One of the things I was thinking of writing about this week was the seemingly relentless rain and how much I am getting fed up with it.
Then I thought about it a bit more and soon dismissed the idea – given that where I live, the roads are a little like shallow ponds or very large, deep puddles – depending on how dramatic you want to imagine them.
What they are not is at all deadly, unlike many other parts of the country. I read recently that the Government is now warning residents that they can no longer expect to receive much help from them – financial or otherwise – whenever it floods in their area. This is because apparently, the sheer volume and regularity of floodings taking place is on a scale they cannot cope with, due to climate change.
That is extremely harsh by the sound of it but I am not here to argue one way or the other.
Then I read about news story today that really got me thinking about my whining about excessive water everywhere and realised it’s all in the attitude.
That is not your average, daily newspaper headline now is it?
To give you a brief synopsis of the story, the residents in the northern Italian village of Settacani got a welcome surprise when instead of their normal, unlimited supply of water flowing from their taps, it had been mysteriously turned into red wine!
And not just any old plonk. It was the famous, local Lambrusco, sparkling variety – long derided by connoisseurs but more recently, enjoying a bit of a renaissance.
The next bit of the story is what made me realise it is all in the attitude.
One man described how he was about to get in the shower but instead of water flowing down, he noticed it was a ‘reddy’ colour. after smelling it, he realised it was the local Lambrusco.
The report didn’t state this but I’m guessing he then proceeded to do what many of the residents did. They grabbed buckets and bottles and started stocking up!
Apparently, they are describing the whole incident as the ‘Miracle of Settecani’ and comparing it to the first miracle of Jesus, when he famously turned the water into wine at a wedding in the Galilean village of Cana.
In fact, in contrast to that first miracle of 2,000 years ago, this incident was triggered by a fault in the local water pipe network. The pressure of the wine was more than that of the water and enabled the wine to flood into the local network.
A nice story but so what you may well ask?
Well, whether it was the man in the shower, (I don’t know about you but once I’m about to get in the shower, I could very easily get highly irritated if for whatever reason, said shower is suddenly not going to happen!) or the various residents rushing around trying to harvest as much as possible, I was simply reminded that we should be thankful for everything that we so easily take for granted.
Be that passable roads – even if they do have a good few inches of water swishing all over them – our gas and electricity. Our good health (increasingly valued in the wake of the coronavirus outbreak that is affecting all of us in one way or another).
And yes, our relatively clean water supply.
I wonder what we Brits would really be like if our water was temporarily turned into wine?
Would we be reaching for whatever we could grab a hold of to drink it later?
This is the only wine in our house right now. It comes from a place in Australia that used to be a jam factory – hence the name!
Or would we be whining (I couldn’t resist, sorry) because we are suddenly not getting what we should be getting?
It is as ever, just a thought.