Sat and watched the Matt Hancock Doom hour, burst into tears because to me he looked fucking terrified. Husband came in and said look out of the window, the river has burst its banks, road flooded, locked dog in dining room away from tree presents. I forgot the box of chocolates I had on the table for a neighbour which I intended to take when the rain stopped. Came in to find chocolates now in dog. Called vets who said come NOW. Dragged husband out in our not 4x4 which only just made it through the village which is now a fast flowing river. Sat outside vets to wait for them to make doc vomit for 90 mins (injection to make them sick). £133 bill. I have -14 in my account and was hoping to string it out on Christmas food and drink. Got to village, flooding worse so had to beg a ride (with dog in arms) in an environment agency truck. Husband is watching the floodwater, I’m watching the dog.
I could weep. No. I am weeping. I had a heart attack last year, this year husband nearly lost his job, only recently found out he won’t. I don’t want to eat, drink, anything. Pity party (sosh dist, obvs) at mine. 