Yesterday was a very strange day.
It started at six, which wasn’t intentional. I just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. One of those things that happens with age.
I pottered around for a while and then toddled down to the village to meet a friend for coffee. He is from Somerset in England, so the conversation turned to Cheddar [yes – of cheese fame]. I had spent a summer there in 1968. When I was there, there was a very severe storm that washed out whole swathes of the area.
You lot thing you invented Global Warming and flash floods. You don’t know what you are talking about!!
Anyway, I went home to have a quiet doze, but of course the coffee had kicked in. Anyway, for some strange reason, this blog wouldn’t leave me alone. It was as if the whole world had suddenly discovered it. So I had to spend the day replying to comments, and trying to get my brain together.
Then I got an e-mail from my friend – he had discovered a website that documents the floods of 1968. I read through it. Wow! I was mentioned. OK, it was a little bit obscure, but if you go to Part Twelve, and look down to the bit about Cheddar, you’ll see how “Mr.Gerald Robertson and eleven of his staff were trapped all night”. That was me! No. Not Gerald Robinson. I was one of the eleven. My moment of fame on the web, and I didn’t even know about it!
I wrote to the website. Well, I wrote to the bloke who wrote the website, if you want to be pedantic. I got a reply this morning. He wants my story and my photos, because apparently photographs of the flood are rare. I suppose people were being too preoccupied with saving their own skins and forgot about cameras. Some people are very selfish.
I discovered later yesterday that someone had Digged [Dug?] one of my old posts which accounts for some of the traffic. It actually got 7 Diggs. And it was an old post.
Life is never dull.
And today I have a hangover.
I never touched a drop last night.
I hate that.