It’s been raining here for the last twenty hours, the roads are flooded again and Milo the Weather Dog waited until 4pm to go outside, he hates the rain and can seemingly wait forever.

Cairo isn’t as bothered though and she came for a four mile walk through huge puddles and running water before coming home to a warm shower and a robe, there may have been treats involved.

If you walk out of my house, turn left and walk half a mile through a private lane, you turn onto an unnamed road that leads all the way to the A41, it’s all hills here and the water runs fast down to the curve in the road; it can get really flooded there.

Some people would blame those floods on climate change or whatever, but in reality, there are drains that run to culverts, they get blocked up and the road floods.

On today’s walk, I could see that the most useful drain was becoming clogged.

So I walked back a hundred yards or so to where somebody has left a spade by a gate.

I used the spade to clear the drain and the road around it, the water flow speeded up and began to clear.

We then carried on with the walk and I put the spade back when we returned – for the next time that it’ll be needed.

And it will be needed.

It sits there patiently waiting for the time that it knows MUST come ( or it would if it were sentient).

It’s a crappy metaphor, but it’s the closest that I can come to for the state of the country right now.

A draconian crackdown on mostly ordinary people has resulted in a strange, muted mood, but the problems that they protested about are still there and getting worse.

At some point, we’ll all have to play our part in opening the path for the flood that’s coming, or risk being silenced for ever.

And on that cheery note, I’m going to go back to reading a book, listening to music and snuggling up with the dogs.