The poor bloody postman I mentioned earlier was damned lucky - one of the local firemen had to hold his head above the water for more than an hour until he could be cut free, and he's still recovering in hospital.
He's still a berk, though, for ignoring the tractor that was parked across the ford to stop people using it, and ignoring the fact that the water was raging across it 3 feet deep. My daughter's disgruntled, too, because the mail got soaked and some CDs and books she'd ordered were among them! Honestly, she's the milkmaid of human kindness...
And now we're told that another three days of rain are on the way. Ho hum, even the Dunkirk spirit can get a little damp at times.