Down came the rain
There are loads of sirens all over the village. Mr Grigg is tied to the mast Emergency vehicles are tearing around. There are floods everywhere, the rain is lashing down like stair-rods and the wind blew my Union Jack umbrella inside out. I wish I was back in Greece. In the pub, the landlord sits behind the bar, wedged into a small stepladder, his face level with the pumps. He is listening to t he talk in Compost Corner, which turns to Nobby Odd-Job and his miraculous recovery after his heart stopped for forty minutes on the operating table. He was instantly put on ice and was woken four days later. He squeezed his partner's hand but didn't register her presence. The next day, though, Posh Totty poked her head around the door and Nobby woke up like Sleeping Beauty and gazed lovingly into those piercing blue eyes. The village ladies are furious. It should have been them. However, we are pleased he is making good progress. Especially when the church flag was flying at...