Who'd a thunk? A mere 5 inches of rain in 6 hours washed out the culvert protecting The Park from the outside world. Yes, a man can be an island, and so can his house. Once again I tried to stress how invaluable a Rover would be in such trying circumstances, but to no avail.
Fortunately, I was able to contact our good friend and renowned fishing guide, Mike. Mike is one of the two or three people, in our lives, who make living in the woods possible. Mike quickly organized a rescue crew and should have the drive repaired and the dam shored up before the end of the day.
It's a shame we haven't any small grandsons. Its going to be a fun day with a lot of Bob the Builders friends. Big trucks, bob cats, rock. A boy's paradise. If you have any little ones bring them by.
Going to have to put off the trip to the tailor, at least until Wednesday.
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