Malta. An island that doesn't have winter so much as 3 months of flash floods. It is actually possible for the town most notorious for flooding to flood a foot in 15 minutes - at least, it did when I used to work there [and I'm actually willing to bet on a shorter time-frame]. It is also possible for a tiny hilltop village, my current home town, to flood 3 inches in 15 minutes.
But I didn't know that before I headed out to a local grocer.
I am drenched. I may have changed out of my sopping, soaking, sodden clothes and squelching shoes and into warm dry ones, but I can't shake the feeling of having walked through a thin waterfall. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have bothered showering before I left. Or washing my hair last night.
Did I mention my jacket's zip broke? Haha! Haha! Ha!
NEVER AGAIN. Somebody get me a cup of tea and a hair drier. And for the love of god, folks, avoid going outside when it's raining hard in Malta.
Steaming by the heater,
Sincerely,
Macs
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