So, little under a week ago the building was inundated, thankfully by ground water and not sewage. We were very fortunate, our apartment is on the second floor and so we were spared the heartbreak of seeing our possessions ruined by water.
It was distressing to see the corridors and hallways awash with dirty water and rather surreal.
Now, the occupants of the ground floor flats have left. There were many sad and poignant moments, two little girls carrying a huge teddy with a soggy bottom, a young woman in pyjamas and wellies tearing out carpets and throwing them into the patio, just six weeks after moving in.
However in the stoic way of people faced with adversity they got stuck in and worked at it. Everywhere there were people in high viz. jackets with clipboards and men with brooms and brushes. Fortunately the building is by a canal, this was not the cause of the flood and it served as a conduit to carry the water away.
So, the situations today. The skirting boards are torn out and the floor coverings ripped up throughout the ground floor, some doors are removed. The smell is horrible, it is permeating the whole block by now. There are huge machines working day and night to try to dry the fabric of the building and it is generally unpleasant and derelict looking. We know that it could be up to six months before it is possible to decorate and re-carpet and the costs spiral daily. How much it will effect our insurance remains to be seen.
Personally we have been very lucky but we have learned and are still learning that a flood is not just a lot of water.
And then to cap it all I didn’t even see any Unicorns, when you have a flood aren’t there supposed to be Unicorns??