Last night, at acqua alta, the city of Venice was hit by serious floods which covered part of Piazza San Marco to a depth of a couple of centimetres at least.
If this horrendous state of affairs continues there is a possibility, hopefully, that any British tourists unlucky enough to be in Venice at the moment might be stranded by the rising waters and unable to go home.
I urge all of you not to contact the British Government and, under no circumstances, appeal to them to arrange an airlift for any such unfortunates. We intend to display true British pluck and fortitude and to soldier on here, regardless of the harrowing nature of the entire Venetian experience. If the worst comes to the worst, we can always take refuge at the top of the Campanile and enjoy the view.


True Grit. That’s the way to go JM, just roll up the trouser legs and stag on. 🙂
My heart pumps custard for you!
So glad you don’t need assistance, JM. I’m concentrating on Andy Murray at the moment and it’s still raining in Paris.
A pity Gormless Gordon is not still in Number 10. He would have sent an aircraft carrier, although probably about a week too late!
🙂
When, the going gets tough…
…the smart find an easier way 🙂
JM, we’ll send a food parcel. Any preferences?
Fitting that your show of fortitude coincides with the 70th anniversary of the Dunkirk evacuation were you there as well?
Mr Mackie – It must be hell, stuck there in Venice. My dangly bits are aching in sympathy (not).
🙂
OZ
Wellies: now I am prepared to bet that you didn’t pack any, so tough, the Mackies, you’ll just have to get your feet wet. 🙂
Ara, you clearly have never met Mrs. M. She always packs for all eventualities. Just sneaked under the Ryanair 15 kg limit by a whisker.
So, she’s fine and dry shod. The same does not apply to me. I had to pack the bare minimum (turned out to be 11.25 kg) to allow her the usual room for acquisitions. I know my place!
My apologies to Mrs M, and what a sensible lady! 🙂 Quite right, too.
Sounds like you’re having a really hard time… 🙂
‘I weep for you,’ the Walrus said, ‘I deeply sympathise,’
With sobs and tears he sorted out. Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket handkerchief before his streaming eyes…