When I heard about the floods in Germany, I tried phoning my uncle, who is just a few weeks short of his 100th birthday.
I got a recorded message, saying a sms would be sent to person, to tell them I had phoned?
Sms? My uncle, nearly blind?
What I didn't know at the time, a gravel pit above the town had filled up with the torrents of rain coming down and broken through the flood defences. So the whole town had to be evacuated in a hurry.
Photos I found online showed sewers up in the air, as the rush of the flood water had washed away the road surface and the ground underneath.
Imagine, you're twice widowed, lived in your house most off your life. You love your garden, and the small river flowing along the bottom. You know the song of all the local birds.
Your wood and metal working tools are all in the basement, as is the small train you built years ago, for your grandchildren to ride around your garden.
Lots of memories in your house, several musical instruments, piano, accordion, viola....
Someone, maybe a young firefighter, comes to your door and tells you, you must leave, now!
What on earth would you do?
I honestly have no idea.
Naked pair enjoy meal in non-naturalist pub.