Thursday – Sunday we spent four really nice days in Rome, enjoying the city and taking in a few sights. We had an eventful time getting out of town (as seems to be the norm for us now, unfortunately). The night before our departure we got home late Wednesday after helping with an event at our church, and I was already stressing over the fact I hadn’t even started packing and we had a 3:30 wake up call to catch an early flight. Coming down the lane to the house I thought I could see the reflection of the moon in the fields on both sides of the road. Not a good sign. I grabbed a flashlight and walked out to the backyard, or where the back yard should have been. Our entire back garden was covered in water, the Thames was all the way up to our back patio.
This is not a sight that you really ever want to see. It was a huge reminder that, as much as I would like to think, I am really not in control. You just figure out what the best thing is you can do, and then you go from there. So, we spent some time putting a good number of our things up from the ground floor to higher ground. Jotted off a quick note to some friends asking them to keep an eye on things and prayed for the best.
I’m still piecing together what happened while we were gone, but short story is the river got higher, then it went back down, but not before they had sandbagged. This was the sight we were greeted with when we returned Sunday night.
Someone put our garbage bins up on the porch railings so they wouldn’t float away.