
To think, one year ago, at this very moment, I was stuck on a bus half-way between home and school, threatening a Thai kid at the front of the bus who thought it would be hilarious to wind up a load of pissed off, soaking, bored prefects. Of course, I got home and thought everything was going to be fine. I even made a post about a
shoplifting seagull to lighten the mood. And then came the morning after ...
I was awoke at about seven this morning by my dad coming into my bedroom. "Well, here's some good news: nan and grandad's house is flooded." I stirred. "They just phoned me. Water's all over the lounge just coming into the kitchen. Looks like we're going to have some lodgers for a couple of nights".
That "couple of nights" turned into ten weeks or so. By midday, their bungalow was under five foot of water. One of their cars had been flipped over, their picnic table had been dragged twenty yards across their garden and turned on its side, and everything in their shed emptied into the river that had once been the main road.
As I walked up the high street, I saw cars, full of families and anything they could cram into the boot, fleeing the town - obviously, one of the roads was not shut. I had heard the football grounds were bad but I wasn't prepared for the extent of the disaster. Walking towards it, I heard a recurring emergency announcement from the leisure centre which had been evacuated early in the morning. It said, "All personnel report to the car park". Well, there were no personnel, and no car park. There was anything from seven to fifteen feet of water that had swamped the football fields, poured into the leisure centre and had consumed the nearby road, just about to break into the market.
The rest of the day was spent dragging sandbags into friends' houses and pumping up airbeds at the civic centre, that had been transformed into a kind of refugee camp. Above, air ambulances were regularly swooping downwards to collect the stranded. A local farmer was doing rounds on his tractor, the only vehicle big enough and capable of travelling through the treacherous waters. Surveying the damage at the bungalow was hard the next day, especially since a good deal of your childhood had been swallowed by the maelstrom.
Frankly, I thought it was in a better state than I would have expected considering the amount of water I saw yesterday. My nan didn't. She was on the brink of crying, so she said, so I saw. I don't know if she has since.
Laban, too, had had his troubles the night before. Things for him looked better the next day, however. Or maybe he was overcome with an uncharacteristic feeling of optimism:
The news from home is good. Susan's heroics with a spade have saved the house, the eldest son has (foolishly IMHO) attempted to wade home seven miles with no jacket or waterproofs and been picked up after three, probably with mild hypothermia, by a Good Samaritan in a Land Rover. Middle son is at a friends house with two other stranded kids.
The weather reports showed my town got the highest level of rainfall in the country. Something of little consellation to the poor people of Worcester, Upton-upon-Severn, and of course, Teweksbury. The Government ran for cover, putting it all down to global warming:
Oh right! So it's not your fault that the budget for the Environment Agency was cut! So it's not your fault that the Army budget's been cut so drastically that it can't assist Gloucester and Tewkesbury! So it's not your's or your administration's fault that almost no proper preparation was made despite severe weather warnings as early as last Monday and last Wednesday! So it's not your bureaucrat army's fault that Upton-upon-Severn's flood defences are stored miles up the M5 and got stuck in traffic!
It continued ...
It is now perfectly clear what a cock-up the Environment Agency, and therefore the Government, has made over the floods. I remember on the Thursday night the severe flood warnings being issued and being told on the news that the Agency was going to meet the next day to decide whether to drive the flood barriers up the M5 to Upton-upon-Severn and Worcester.
... What's even more aggravating is the Government and the Agency's increasingly idiotic defence. It's a case of ignorance being almost as great as arrogance. Frankly, it seems as though they don't care, especially when you find out Peter Hain sound-a-like Environment Minister Phil Woolas MP, whilst watching a Newsnight report, was laughing at people saying the flood barriers weren't erected in time. His defence for the flood barriers not being up is basically "oh, they wouldn't have made any difference anyway". That's not a defence. Idiots like him and Hillary Benn have been saying for days they couldn't predict the amount of rainfall. Then how did they know the barriers wouldn't work?
Yet Gordon Brown managed to steer a way through it. It might have had something to do with David Cameron inept response. But I suppose it's hard to listen to the complaints of people who have lost everything in your own country when you're posing for a sentimental photograph in Rwanda:
Cameron should be attacking Brown, Benn and all the fools at the Environment Agency non-stop. He should be touring the flooded towns and cities of Middle England, the group he needs to win over to triumph at the next election. He should be making himself the voice of those people who are seething at the stupidity of the Government.
But no. His defence is that he's visiting and raising awareness of the people who have no clean running water or electricity or don't enjoy all of our 'comforts'. Well there's hundreds of thousands of people in his own country now who have no running water or electricity, and they're only comforts are the efforts of the emergency services and the military who are working hour after hour, day after day, and night after night.
My grandparents didn't get back into their home until March. It's not the same as before, almost all of the old furniture having made way for new smooth, showroom designs. But it's still their home, still moreorless my second home. You have to hand it to them for managing to come through it all, but even they admitted at the time they were the lucky ones. They will sit down for the Sunday roast in their own home. Many in Evesham, Teweksbury, and elsewhere will have to squeeze around their caravan tables, not comforted by the knowledge that despite the enormity of the state, despite the millions it takes from us from each year, it was unable to give them help when they needed it, and the reality dawned that individuals, families, communities, have to - and should - help themselves.