When it rains it pours

It's very quiet on the roads today, isn't it?

“...and that’s why this particular budgie won’t be dancing on the ceiling any time soon. And now it’s over to Simon for the weather.”

“Thanks, Kirsty. Your forecast for the weekend, then – Saturday will be cloudy, with sudden cataclysmic outbreaks of rain, whilst Sunday looks even worse, with a high chance of apocalyptic conditions throughout the day, and a light south easterly breeze. Temperatures around normal for the time of year. The outlook for next week? Well, in one word – Biblical. So, not looking great, Kirsty!”

“No indeed, Simon. Definitely not barbeque weather – unless you can strap it to a canoe. If you survive, see you on Monday. Goodnight!”

OK, so that might seem a tad far-fetched, but according to the Met Office, there’s a significantly increased risk of winter downpours, which they’re cheerily describing as “unprecedented”.

By chucking a large amount of data into a supercomputer and waiting for a bit, the Met Office officers were met with a report in their offices which wasn’t exactly super. A double-whammy of the numbers coughed-up by the jumped-up laptop are particularly alarming.

For England and Wales, there’s a 34% chance of an extreme event happening somewhere each year. Think extensive flooding and rainfall totals exceeding anything seen before. To compound that already scary thought, some of these events could bust existing records by as much as 30%.

Nearly a third more water dropping out of the skies than Cumbria copped over the winter of 2015-16? And it could happen sometime soon, rather than having been the once-in-a-lifetime event widely reported at the time?

I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty happy with where our World Heritage Site-worthy lakes are currently located. I’ve got used to them staying roughly the same size and not wandering around too much. The rivers are also rather lovely if they stick to their existing routes. It’s when they put a bit of weight on and make a break for it that things tend to turn decidedly unpleasant and dangerous.

I don’t want a lake in my living room – it won’t match the wallpaper, for starters. And anything that flows through your house is highly unlikely to be good, especially if your tea is on the other bank.

Let’s face it, the emergency services and Army have plenty to do as it is, without having to show up at your upstairs bedroom window in an inflatable boat to rescue you and the cat.

If insurance premiums went up sharply following the billions of pounds worth of damage caused by the most recent events, imagine what they’ll cost if flooding becomes as regular an occurrence as someone leaving Take That.

I’ve been secretly stashing old pallets in my cellar, and searching for “how to build your own ark” books on Amazon. I’ve got enough tins of custard stashed to last for several months at sea on whatever they call the new ocean that will soon engulf South Cumbria.

Care to join me? (Bring your own dessert topping.)

This post first appeared as my "Thank grumpy it's Friday" column, in The Mail, on the 28th of July 2017. You can view the web version on their site here The print edition ran it with the title "Rising tide of rain hysteria".

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