We're building an ark

I thing the gods must be reading this blog (such is its literary quality), for they unleashed an almighty downpour upon us this afternoon. In the space of an hour we had close on 30mm of rain which, to those still laboring under the imperial system (and living on the Death Star), is the equivalent of 17.8 gallons or 200 fluid ounces (approximately). On the hazard map for Muroran the slope behind our house and everything downhill from it is coloured a terrifying shade of deep, dangerous red, designating a potential landslide threat. As I type the rain has let up a bit but we're not taking any chances - rubber boots, drinking water, and a week's worth of chocolate have been left by the front door.