7 May 2012
The rain it fell for days and days, he thought: "I need to build a boat! Something proper sturdy, something good enough to float!"
He got his tools together, and some wood he had in the shed, took off all the downstairs doors, and dismantled his Ikea bed.
Now with a rather drafty house, and a mattress on the floor, he set about his task, with his hammer, nails, and saw.
Next door the curtains twitched, his neighbours puzzled by the sight, then complaining at the noise, as he worked into the night.
They later came to an agreement, that he would down tools at nine, all of them considered this, to be a reasonable time.
Three weeks and four hours later, the boat was doing well, "...shame about the house..", he thought, it was now just an empty brick shell.
But the rain it kept on falling, and as the water rose up to their knees, he kept working on his vessel, ignoring his neighbours pleas.
He had stocked his boat with lots of stuff, he had ordered from eBay, the kind of stuff he thought: "I may just need this stuff someday".
"He was right to build that boat you know", as if they needed any proof, as he sailed off into the sunset, his neighbours clung to their roof.
To be continued......
The Flood • Opuss № I