While I was happily making bread, the heavens opened with probably the biggest downpour we’ve seen in all the years that we’ve lived here. I was alerted to the flooding by an ominous gurgling sound from the ground floor loo, as the water overwhelmed the storm drains and foul drains too. Sure enough our little close was under water, and the lowest-lying house was inundated.
The water got as far as our front doorstep, but remained below the air bricks and the door itself. Several of our neighbours were not so lucky, unfortunately. It’s not catastrophic, but unpleasant to have to deal with.