Where's Noah when you need him?

That comment about Stafford not being affected much by the flooding turned out to be quite misguided. Our house is virtually on a hill, you see - every direction out of our street is more or less down varying degrees of hills (which is why I hate riding home from work, every bastard way is uphill!) but when I went into work for the first time this week on Tuesday, I couldn't help but notice as i entered Silkmore Lane that the lake opposite the shop wasn't where it usually is. In fact, it wasn't even opposite the shop anymore. Let's just leave it at that.

Sale's where obviously down as people couldn't get to the place, but they've been talking about shutting the shop over the weekend if it rains again and they've canceled deliveries, too. They're paranoid about the water getting into the warehouse and destroying everything (where as my approach to this is more 'hopeful') so they had me and Dom shifting all of the massive telly's and putting them on the top shelves in the back. No wonder my fucking backs been killing me all week, it's a wonder neither of us are death from telly-on-the-head syndrome as we staggered up the ladder balancing these wide-screen bastards on our shoulders.

Shite

I had no idea about all this flooding until I turned the news on a few hours ago. Stafford doesn't seem to be that badly affected (the worst of the rain came when our Patio flooded a little bit which I somehow doubt will make BBC News 24) and so I didn't get any hint of what's going on in the rest of the country which, to sum it up rather bluntly, is that they're totally fucked. People have died, a child has been washed away and twenty people are currently trapped on a collapsing roof with two helicopter teams attempting a rescue. It's heavy stuff.

I've been left with a strange feeling of humiliation from the whole Christening affair yesterday, which was part of the reason I didn't want to go. It wasn't enough that I just don't agree with the ceremony or religion but would respectfully attend anyway, but people had to constantly try to stir me into debates with them. And when you have 60 dogmatic followers who consider the very existence of doubt as a 'sin' trying to make you justify your lack of beliefs (which is odd since I always thought the burden of proof was on those with the religion) it's not easy to get any kind of point across no matter how much logic you have to your argument. But not everyone was like that - the rest (and all this obviously excludes family members) simply refused to even make eye contact with me. So that was fun.