Insurance crosses my mind. My shoulders are aching and I am thinking about my father while I continue to work. He would be here. Though Castleford has a truly wonderful fire-fighting force of five companies, there is always the small-town backbone that brings everyone out to help in an emergency. In a way, I think, it's pathetic that we are using these sandbags. They are designed for floods. But it's what we're used to doing here, building walls out of sandbags, and I'm sure even if we're in the way, the firemen wouldn't dream of stopping us. I miss you, Daddy.
