The Flood

A surprisingly enjoyable boatie club meeting; I couldn't say that was due entirely to us co-opting L to serve on the committee. It might equally have been due to the absence of G, he of bad faith. All was discussed without rancour, even whether the dredger actually has lifted 5000 m3 of the 7500 it has been contracted to remove.
Indeed, the only rancour was mine, standing waiting for the bus at the west end. I surveyed the detritus just discarded at the bus stop, yards from a rubbish bin. And I thought of the film I'm going to see; a film where mankind, due to its wickedness, was swept away in a great flood. Apart from one man and his family. No, not Vladimir Putin. Well, not last time round.