When morning at last broke, it was still raining heavely, and water was pouring through the roof wherever I turned, except in the kitchen and the scullery, the kitchen having a ceiling, and the zink roof of the scullery apparantly rain proof. Water were coming down from the mountain, and already the roads were showing some marks of soil being carried away, and I hastily drove my car that was parked in the stream's way to safety in front of Irma's house.
I went down to my other room, and found it relatively dry, with only a leak in the bathroom, and a few drips in the bedroom, so I carted all our bedding down again, also the electric kettle, coffee, tea and milk, and lay reading, as there was nothing else I could do. I was really getting worried when I later looked out, and could hardly get out of the door, the water having overflowed the small canal that runs in front of my house, and I wondered why it did not run away to the river. So I donned my waterboots and raincoat to investigate, and found that the fence had blocked the flow of the water, as a lot of plastic bags and other stuff had been carried down from the village, and these got caught where the fence spanned the canal, and now damming up the water.
I was trying to clear all the rubbish away, water squelching into my boots, and the rain pelting against my raincoat, feeling miserable and lonely, when Johan came wading through the stream that was now almost a small river, to see if I was okay, and he helped me clear away the blockage. We then had tea, and discussed the situation, as the rain still came down like a curtain, and the sky was a solid grey. We could not drive to safety anymore, as the roads leading down from the mountain were washed away leaving deep dongas through which water stormed, making small rivers, and I was  opposite this road, that water stormed almost directly at my house. When Johan left to see to his own property, I felt as alone as I have never felt before.
From my window I saw Sheila trying to bring her animals to safety, as the river was starting to rise considerably. She then struggled, with the help of Christelina, who now worked for her, to get the bee hives to higher ground. By nightfall it was still raining as hard as that morning, and I was now really getting anxious, as everything but the kitchen and scullery in the main house were soaked, and the canal was blocked again, bur the water had risen so high now, that I was scared to go out and clear the rubbish away once again! But I knew I had to chance it, otherwise the Anexe would be overflowed, and that would indeed be a problem, so I ventured out again, Hendrix watching me with his amber eyes as big as saucers, and clinging for life to the nearest pole, I managed to clear away the rubbish again.
I took two syndals, one usually enough to put me out, and slept, waking early and finding that all around the house was now a sea of water, and the rain had not abated one bit!
I couldn't get out at my front doors, so I took Hendrix out at the scullery door to do his business, but the poor boy was terrified, so I put a lead on him and dragged him to a clump of rocks where his bum would at least be above the water level.
I kept looking to see if there was just a speck of light in that grey sky, but it remained the same, and as the river was now rising fast, I was beginning to fear for our safety. I got through that day worrying, reading a bit, passifying Hendrix, and crying! That night it was still raining, and the river was half way up to the houses!
I again fell into a fitful sleep, but Hendrix started moaning, and that woke me up, to find that water was seeping into the room from below the door. I was terrified!I grabbed some stuff, and after telling the shivering Hendrix to follow closely, I managed to get out of the room, and was immediately up to my knees in water! I managed to close the door again, and we struggled through the water up to the main house, where I sat in the kitchen for ages, my brain just not able to work through all of this! Luckily this part of the house was considerably higher than the newer anexe, and the water ran down quite fast, so there was no immediate threat of it being flooded as well, although some water did come through underneath the door. Then, to make matters worth, my electricity went!
I luckily had the forethought when the roof started leaking, to roll up the rugs and cover them in plastic, so now I made myself a bed using that, on the kitchen floor, where I lay shivering in the light of a candle, my electricity not yet back on! Once again, with the help of two syndals, I fell asleep, just to be once again rudely awakened, this time by an earsplitting noise of some huge and heavy things falling. I was up in a flash, wondering what on earth could be falling down, struggling to light my candle.
Now I became SCARED! Huge bolders that was obviously built into the big chimney had come loose, and fell down, shattering all the buckets I had put in the hearth to catch some of the water coming through there, Including some beautiful pottery bowls that I had to use, as I ran out of buckets! I was thinking of Irma's kitchen walls that collapsed while I was in Scotland, and I felt my throat constrict at the thought of that now happening to me, as it would also flatten the scullery, the only other dry place if it does collapse.
I then put a kitchen chair on a tiny dry spot in the sittingroom, where I sat worrying the rest of the night, but there were no more stones falling from the chimney!