Living with the Presidente.

Despite the rain, El Presidente and his son who is over here ( for the Spanish sun ) for a week, went road bowling. I didn't cos I still cannot get my shoe on !!

The rain continued...............and continued....................and continued.

It flooded the street, the cars were half way up the doors with water and guess what ??? the garage is flooded AGAIN. I rang the builder and he said he would ring the Town Hall. I rang the Administrator and they said they would ring the Town Hall.

I waited.................................they rang back, but the Town Hall representative couldn't come out................because it's RAINING ! ! !

So I donned El Presidente's wellies ( despite having a football sized black ankle ) and hobbled out in the rain without my waterproof cos I'd selflessly given it to El Presidente's son in case the rain persisted ( had a bit of a giggle thinking of a sturdy 29 year old in a pale lilac waterproof ! ).

I looked in the garage and it was teeming in so I took photos and went outside to take a few more in case ANYBODY ever takes any notice of our problem !

So I'm now waiting for the return of El Presidente and son, or anyone else for that matter, to sort out the next part of the problem, which will involve pumping out the garage YET AGAIN so that we can restore the lifts which have had to be turned off.

So far, only 5 people have phoned to tell me the garages are flooded and only 3 people have rung the doorbell to tell me the same ! ! !