APPARENTLY some moaning minnies are unhappy with my handling of the floods, but I say they just need to show a bit of pluck and spunk! Here is my advice.
Simply move into one of your other homes
I have no sympathy for people who are too lazy to hop in the Range Rover and stay in one of their other homes until the water has gone down. This is what years of pampering by Corbyn’s socialist welfare state has reduced us to.
Show some Blitz spirit
Our forebears were blissfully happy during World War 2 with nothing more than spam sandwiches, George Formby ukulele songs and good old Blighty spirit! Do I believe a word of this rubbish I keep spouting? I honestly don’t know anymore.
Turn flooding into a jolly jape
I’d love to be flooded out! My inherent sense of fun would soon have me turning an old bathtub into an impromptu pirate ship and pretending to be ‘Boris Blackbeard’ in my wrecked living room. Come on, homeless Northerners, lighten up!
Make ridiculous classical references
Like a latter-day Poseidon, I would relish the post-diluvian challenge of my house being full of what the Romans called ‘aqua’. I believe it was Herodotus who told Julius Caesar that “a bit of rain never hurt anyone”, or I may have misremembered that.
Remember your house was rubbish anyway
Let’s face it, your semi with its pathetic three bedrooms and no Aga was a revolting little peasant’s hut in the first place. Count yourself lucky that for the only time in your life you’ve had the chance to own an indoor swimming pool.