While I’ve been mucking about here, my friends over at Bloody Scott are either being swamped by extraordinary tides, or suffering from internal bleeding. I feel terrible for having ignored them for so long. Driving to work this morning I thought I’d better spend part of the weekend catching up, and so I shall.
Hang in there, furriskey. Get to high ground, Frank.
Norfolk is in East Anglia. It is very low lying, i.e., barely above sea level. Heavy rains and high tides can produce coastal flooding. This isn’t something new, it has happened before in reality and in fiction.
(See: “The Nine Tailors”, by Dorothy Sayers)
Aye, Dan, we’ve missed you badly, but understand your electoral duties are paramount for the safety of the world. As for Norfolk, I’ve posted an on-the-spot report on BS to let you know what it’s all about. As for the politics of politics and the politics of policing which I touch upon in my weather update, I suggest you visit Melanie Phillips’s shining new blog location on the Spectator site (with commentary box now) She’s a-rocking and a-rolling and I’ve been dying to see your comments there. If you have the time, buddy. There is an invigilator, but most stuff gets through. (some of mine hasn’t of course, but one has to push the envelope with the Speccie – even on Melanie’s patch!
Poor old furriskey – hope he’s in good hands, so far from home.
I wonder if we can send furriskey something.
Melanie’s place I’ll have to put in my blogreader. Thanks for the heads up. Are you staying dry? I mean in the waterloggy sense, of course.