As we had anticipated yesterday on the way back from Polis there was a storm over Droushia which raged and raged and raged and raged - need I go on???? It was so violent and the rain so torrential that the surrounding fields have started to become waterlogged - in fact they are no longer able to cope with the amount of water. We woke to rolling mists and a dank dark atmosphere. When it rains it is like someone has thrown a switch - no warning just a deluge and then just as quickly it stops as if the switch has been thrown again.
Although we have made inroads into our flooding problem the sheer volume of water coming into the front garden and therefore under the door is immense and so we still had flood water to contend with. Towels were put down, spun dry, put down, spun dry, put down...
With Mum and Dad spending Christmas with us we wanted to do some tidying up and cleaning in readiness. Just when we thought it was safe to do the conservatory we would have to rush to the door with the towels. The furniture had to be moved away from the door and Chivers removed from the puddles. We were fighting a losing battle. Eventually though the rain subsided and we carried on with the cleaning.
This photograph gives me flashbacks of living in married quarters and having to get the cooker in A1 condition for the out muster!!! I am not attempting to end it all - it is an electric oven after all but I am mindful of the disaster last Christmas Day when the silicon baking sheet I had bought spot welded itself to the bottom of the oven. The melting smell was awful and as I don't think I have used the oven since then I wanted to make sure I don't kill us all with the fumes.
Whilst in their house the monsoon conditions returned - the rain was unbelievable and when John ran to get the car he got soaked from head to foot - particularly foot as the rainwater running down the road was about a foot deep. Our journey down to Paphos was horrendous with limited visibility and deep standing water, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
The drive home was scarey - the weather had returned to monsoon conditions. We narrowly avoided a landslide at Koili thanks to oncoming vehicles driving with their hazards on as a warning. I can't tell you how glad I was to get home in one piece but needless to say there is further flooding to contend with and the forecast is bleak for tomorrow.
We pity the poor people who have arrived here for Christmas and a winter sun holiday - they are going to be sadly disappointed and everyone is saying that this winter has started out worse than last winter and that was the worst one for thirty years.
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