We had just finished one of our work Saturdays, our irregular fix-up-the-house days. I had been cleaning the basement all day, and everything was shining - after that, I went into the garden to help pruning and weeding.
Just around 17.00 when we were finished, we had a short thunderstorm, with as much rain as I’ve ever seen in such as small period.
As we live at the bottom of a hill, right next to Lake Gentofte, our basement quickly started flooding. Water came up from the sewer…
Sadly, I live in the basement, so within a few minutes, half of the basement, including a third of my room, was flooded. However, the heavy rain stopped at that point, so it didn’t get any worse.
The end result? I’ve just had to wash the floors of the basement again, and three large cardboard boxes of mine are in a bad way. Sigh.
I am really looking forward to moving soon. Living in the basement has truly lost its novelty.