Nicola Anderson: Life put on hold as weary residents man the pumps yet again
Published 31/12/2015 | 02:30
The main battle is not with the visible deluge of the Shannon, whose angry, shark-grey waters and fin-like lapping waves are barely corseted by her fortress of sandbags.
The chief struggle lies with the pernicious trickle's relentless underground quest to discover every crack and every pinprick in the tarmac road, allowing the water to spring to the surface like air from a punctured tyre.
It is with the forbidding bubble of water threatening to gush at any minute from the manhole covers in the street - and with the disquieting discovery that the mat behind the front door is suddenly and unaccountably saturated.