Southern Sweden is under water.
It’s been raining steadily (often torrentially) for the ENTIRE day. Seriously, I half expect to see the second coming of Noah’s Ark float past the balcony of the The Penthouse-Nordic, and we live on the 6th floor.
I probably spent a total of 20 minutes outside on my way home from work today, and I lost track of how many times my umbrella was turned inside out by the wind. The same wind that drove the rain right through the seat of my rain pants in the way to the station in Landskrona, which made for a comfy train ride, I can tell you.
I’m SO glad we don’t have a basement.