Research is urgently needed. [rushes to volunteer]
‘It’ll all be over by suppertime.’
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Collects small bucket
Retreats to Chaise
Dons Spex
Ah
All be over, rather than be all over
Liberates Pitcher
Carinthia.xx
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all over… the 
?
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“Let’s have a couple of days away” said I. “Let’s go to Ludlow. Beautiful town, lovely individual shops, great market, superb range of restaurants” I added.
… and it was. It’s just that we couldn’t leave. 3 flooded roads, gridlocked traffic and closed roads and bridges. Literally no way out.
It became our own “Hotel California”. We got out today, but not easily. (Oh, btw & the market was closed due to the weather).
In the really flooded houses lives a lady of 101 who was stopping (free, bless 'em) at the pub linked to our hotel. Her words … “it happens” !
So, while I’m whineing about my comfortable inconvenience real people are having real lives ruined.
I have video of the river flooding under the bridge, with whirlpools being created, but probably too big for hete.
… & this is our own Hotel California.
Our rooms being the two 1st floor box windows. Probably 20+ restaurants & bars within 100yds.
We had a 9 course Taster Menu of Saturday, plus canapes between dishes (burp).
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Any excuse, eh? [passes glass]
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Gawds, Armers
I had heard from an MLer elseboard that things were bad…
Carinthia.xx
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The Feathers.
A beautiful hostelry rebuilt (!!) in 1611, it was the source of perhaps the most chaotic Afternoon Tea served in those 509 years.
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Meanwhile, Burger King has reinvented the chip butty. I bet it’s not as good as the kebab van version.
via https://comicbook.com/irl/2020/02/17/burger-king-french-fries-burger-sandwich/
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If you don’t fancy eating 'em, you could have a really messy jenga session.
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I really don’t like burger buns, & chip butties should be on buttered, sliced white bread
Good sliced white bread, mind you…
Carinthia.xx
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Gawds Armers that looks a bit surprising
Even for the surprising Mrs S
Hotel looks like our sort of place being contemperaneous with ye old hovel
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+++ERROR+++ERROR+++DOES NOT COMPUTE+++ERROR+++ERROR+++TYPE MISMATCH+++ERROR+++ERROR+++DOES NOT COMPUTE+++ERROR+++ERROR+++OUT OF CHEESE ERROR+++ERROR+++ERROR+++
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Cheesy bread is even better!
Carinthia.xx
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There there Joe, a bap also works.
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To be honest, the rain was heavy, but not incessant. I think it was simply topping up from the week before. But water was pouring off saturated fields. In town, the hotel is at the top of a hill & the water was just running freely down the hill.
The river Corve, to the North of Ludlow, had risen a good 6ft betwern us arriving & going toward the restaurant … maybe 6 hours. It was lapping onto the road where it normally is a good 8 feet under the bridge. Fields were under water, but not just the one, or two but as far as you could see.
The Neme, South of the town, was moving amazingly quickly. Whirlpools forming. It was churning over an unseen weir and effectively creating white water.
… & yes. The woman with the broken arm was as surprised as she was surprising.
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The flooding in Ludlow looks horrendous, Armers. I feel for all of those people who’ll have to deal with the chronic effects of all of this and I’m grateful for our relative comfort. I do wish that the woman with the broken arm had not endured this.
We became tired of staying indoors and sallied forth for lunch. (There seemed nowt else to do with the day and I feel ashamed for typing this.) I had hoped for arancini, but they’re ‘not on the menu’, so I had whitebait and reminded myself why I haven’t eaten these for circa 35 years.
Peanut butter and Marmite combo sounds good, to me.
Soo xx
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Where I am is a hive of industry. And thermometers. And Sauvignon blanc. Oh, and acrylic paint, which so far hasn’t got into the stuff that’s cooling or the stuff that’s baking.
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So I take it you won’t be wanting any of the hot crusty loaf I took out of the oven a couple of hours ago?
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Never turn down free food, that’s a Sparrerly motto.
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It’s sound, Hedgers.
I’m off to bed, grasping a crust of bread to see me through night starvation.
Good nights, Cellarites,
Soo xx
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