We found ourselves literally in the eye of the storm, and Thame saw a month-and-a-half's rain in a day. I got to London, made a cup of tea, got a message from D saying that the house next door was flooding, poured my tea away, and headed home. We live on the edge of a flood plain, and it usually takes days or weeks of sustained wet weather for us to reach any level of real concern. This day, the water level went from "what water?" to "that water's about to come in our house" in just a few hours (and in fact did, via groundwater seeping in around the edges of the floor at a low-point). Thankfully it stopped (just) short, but did cause a lot of worry, and the sewers were back up and blocked for days...
