Mr S. takes a phone call - "Another meeting of the flood commitee" he relays.
Quite.
The S's house is on a virtual island on the flood plain of the Tay and each house in the village follows a strict order in which they go under.
Not unlike the global scenario, Bangla Desh, The Netherlands, half of Vietnam etc.
"I see what you mean about the road" I said looking at what had been washed away by the river in the latest flooding.
Well you certainly wouldn't be able to drive up it in a sports car and only just - in a tractor.
He said "I didn't think it was worth repairing until that snow we had last week's melted, better to wait till the end of the rainy season."
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Why doesn't he just move house?
The house hasn't actually submerged since it's on a man made higher bit of ground courtesy of the railway.
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