We've been here before..

But, yet again, life in Nowhere-on-Thames has begun to revolve around the "Thames" part.
On a daily basis, the Environment Agency's robot phones us to warn that we may have some flooding, and exhorts us to move our valuables upstairs, just in case.

TH has been more preoccupied than usual by this turn of events, as it's the time of year when we renew our house insurance. And, of course, this is the year when the Government has decided to save yet more money by ceasing to provide some support to insurers, and hence the insured, in the form of financial support in case of flood. He spent a long time on the phone to our current insurers, who in turn, very helpfully spent a long time on the phone to their underwriters, and in the end they called to say that they would indeed continue to insure us at fairly modest cost, despite the river Thames' frequent insistence on trying to move into our garden.


Although it still hasn't actually flooded here since the 1940's,  we are nevertheless seeing  the river creep closer and closer to the road, and after the road there's not a lot separating it from our house. 

For the second time in 3 weeks, the local golf course looks like this:

This is the fairway on the 16th..


Just up the road, the town of Staines recently officially changed its name to Staines-upon-Thames. A change they may now be regretting, as there is an increasing chance that they could, any day, become Staines-under-Thames, or Thames-upon-Staines.