Shite.

Oh, it's just like me, isn't it. I forgot. I only went and bleeding forgot that the flood was due yesterday. So instead of building a boat and stocking up on biscuit, I made icon posts and giggled at my cat. Oh, now I'm paying for it, aren't I. I woke up around three am, wondering why my bed was damp. Now, when I wake up, I don't exactly, you know, wake up. I need some stumble around going blarrgaaargh time. So flopping out of bed into ANKLE DEEP WATER was a bit of rude wake-up call.

You know that feeling that slowly creeps over you when you realise you have completely and utterly forgotten something important, and now it's too late? ...yeah. I got that. I got lots of that. I also got a shrieking and wet cat trying to climb onto my head the minute I opened my bedroom door. Well, it was too late to start with the boat-building now, so the first order of business was to evacuate onto the roof. My parents still weren't home from their movie night, so I kitted Timmy (who thought it was a great adventure and didn't seem to be bothered by anything except the fact that all his toys were waterogged) out with pool floaties, dragged the ladder up the stairs (which was easier said than done since they now resembled Niagara Falls) and opened the attic trapdoor. It was too late for downstairs, which was waist deep by now (and would've been entirely flooded if our front door wasn't watertight - apparantly the architect knew about this event) so I manhandled my laptop up (not too badly damaged, as you can see) along with a white sheet for distress signals, and the cat.

At least it's sunny now. The helicopters should be arriving sooner or later. Timmy's griping because he's hungry, but there's nothing I can do about that. Toma has claimed the sheet for her own, and is shedding like a crazy thing. You see, kids - this is what absent-mindedness can do to you. PLAN AHEAD.

I'm not crazy, just late.