Roads blocked and flooded, car covered in downed pollen, the latter of which I Thank God.
One thing though, and I wish I'd had my camera, when driving through the floods of Catshill a local retard was just standing in the middle of a road junction, calf high in water just gawping at the scene.
It reminded me of the old joke about pigs getting up on the wall to watch cars go by. It was probably the most interesting thing to happen in his life.
Having just said that I feel sorry for him.
Catshill Village is a very "special" place. Always has been, always will be.
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