Flood

While friends&relatives kept whining about hot weather in Italy, The Shire&about were drowning (listen: flood). Yesterday at 6ish, after one day of torrential water, no train was leaving from London, motorways were closed and at most under passes you could swim. Local roads were stuck with cars. Along the way, I was keeping in touch with few colleagues, the German Swiss has a good idea: get to Springfield through local roads opposite to the flux, have dinner (chinese, actually a good one!) and then cinema, at our new empty multiplex-close-to-work, waiting for things to calm down and firemen to (possibly) pump the water away. So after having our friday evening nerves relaxed by Shrek the Third (great fun), we tried to get to the A34: still no way! So following those small white signs leading from one village to another (when you can see them) we finally reached home, even without too much trouble. By the way, satellite navigators are apparently useless when it comes to finding alternative routes! God bless forgotten local roads!