Woe is Me

Never mind about Worcester. The flooding has caused me a lot of grief and will continue to do so for the next few days/weeks. Last night (Friday evening) I made arrangements to meet my eldest duaghter, Ruth, and her husband, Robin, in Cheltenham to take them to a Michelin starred restaurant Michael was very fond of.  But getting there means crossing the Severn and that means going West over the hills and picking up the M50 motorway, then driving East. Ah well. There was a deep unmarked flood  on the road to Ledbury. I followed the car in front of me and swamped my engine. I was then sitting in a car in a flood with a dead engine as the tail lights of  the preceding 4 by 4 disappeared into the distance. I managed to get the engine started long enough to get out of the flood and into a turning and then called out the troops (the AA). When he arrived with a tow truck, he said that, with a waterlogged diesel engine, I had probably wrecked the engine and towed me home.

Ruth and Robin arrived at almost the same moment (I had cancelled the restaurant) and we had fish and chips for supper. Today will be spent getting my garage to tell me the bad news and tell the insurance company and - and -. Bah! Reviewing the diary for the next two weeks, this is going to be very inconvenient. I have worked out a plan which involves a lot of taking the train but are they working?

Having said that, by the time we left the flooded site, someone else was stuck.