We were talking about many things, Flemming and I, when I mentioned that I was really, really peeved with the fact that I had spent so much money securing the house against leaks and BAM, with the last big storm, I had leaks where I thought I had fixed the problem.
It was, I told Flemming, a very bad storm with downed trees and broken bridges over the river in town. And rock slides and pot holes. A bad storm that we get a couple of times in the rainy season.
And that was why I had leaks, I said.
I said all this looking at the sunny outside, a Sunday morning with the birds a'chirping and the dogs a'barking, a perfectly delightful day free of rain.
Till at night when I sat down to some mindless entertainment on the telly and all hell broke loose, the skies opened up, the rain came cascading down and the telly stopped working, the lightning struck at my house and yes.....there were the darn leaks again.
What, I wonder, can a person do ?
So I mopped up the mess and told myself that this was just another bad storm that we get in the rainy season. Live with it.
And as I am writing this, the rains came back and there was another lightning strike at my house.
I jumped a foot in the air from fright.
Well, if nothing else, this will give me an excuse to pour another glass of cheap wine.