As I said earlier, it’ raining here. A lot. Our swimming pool can now be described in estate agent-speak as rim flow. We’ve got all manner of flotation toys stacked by the back door. Seems like that little inflatable canoe will soon be the only way to get to the shops.
I’m feeling a bit like Noah’s wife; the animals should be brought inside now; all of them. This will mean rabbit droppings in the lounge, but what can one do?
The authors in the Bible didn’t give Noah’s wife much of a role in the story. In fact, she was deemed so trivial in the whole business that they didn’t even give her a name. Poor woman; who do you think had to deal with cow poop, alpaca poop, ibis poop and all the other kinds of poop. In duplicate; remember there were two of everything! And the constant rain; endless mopping up.
And all this on a bloody boat! I can imagine Noah was quite nervous when he had to tell her what lay ahead:
“ Let me tell you, when The Boss first gave me the brief I seriously thought about getting another job. That’s a big boat by any standards and Mildred nearly hit the roof when I told her what He wanted me to do.
‘Forty days and nights rain, Noah? She shrieked. The Man’s meshugge!’ “