Flood in the house
A deluge of biblical proportions (overstatement) swept through our living room from the kitchen shortly before dawn last week soaking (understatement) everything in its path including Lennon's favorite books because he took them from where they would have been safe from the water when he woke up at 1 a.m. and left them on the floor afterwards.
The rain gutter and downspout could not handle the sudden onslaught of the water and so it found all possible means of getting out of its narrow confines into wider areas like our kitchen and living room.
It happened before dawn and nobody was awake, not even daddy, who is notorious for keeping very strange hours--like sleeping at 6 a.m. and waking up at 3 p.m.
To say that we did not expect that would be the understatement of the year. It was so hot before it rained, who would have expected a downpour as heavy as that with such clear skies the night before.
So there we were, drenched carpet and all, mystified at how a night so perfect could turn into a day so rotten.