That’d do it

Friday January 18, 2008

To Taunton, picking up Graham on his return from a licenced publican’s course in Burton on Trent. He was not impressed with the course, and Burton on Trent seems to have left him cold, too.

“Waste of time,” he said when he piled into the car.

“I remember it well.”

“How do you mean?”

“Courses seem always to come too late in the learning process and all you get out of them is the piece of paper at the end.”

And off we shot into the town for coffee and a quick side-trip to pick up my new pair of shoes.

Taunton was damp, as was Bridgwater when we called in on our way home.  It seems that if you need a characteristic of this part of England just now then ‘damp’ is it.  Elsewhere in the Kingdom they have it a lot worse than just damp, and they’re forecasting another 110mm of rain over the next 48 hours.

On the TV news there were the usual panic, doom and despair stories of folks being flooded out of their homes.

“Makes you wonder where you can live without fear of flooding,” Graham said.

“There’s an easy solution to that one.”

“What’s that, then?”

“Buy a piece of land, build a big boat on it, and settle back to wait.”

“That’d do it.”