Heavy winds and rain have battered Sussex overnight and caused damage on the roads, too homes and caused flooding at Worthing Hospital.
Fire services were called to Worthing Hospital at around 11:30pm last night after up to three foot of water was discovered in the hospital's basement and lift shaft.
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Sussex has been hit by storms and flooding
The flooding did not affect any patients and the water was pumped out by West Sussex Fire and Rescue services overnight. The team received more than 200 flood-related calls overnight.
Meanwhile, residents in more than 20 basement flats close Littlehampton seafront had to be evacuated after they were flooded by more than one metre of water. A temporary rescue centre has been set up at the Inspire Leisure Centre. It is being run by Arun District Council and manned by the Red Cross Fire and Emergency Support Centre.
No-one was injured in Littlehampton but the emergency services warned people to keep away from the floodwater as it could be mixed with sewage after manhole covers had been lifted.
Flood warnings have been put in place for the River Mole and Gatwick Airport.
Major roads have been closed after up to 70mm of rain fell overnight. The A29 Shripney Road in Bognor was closed due to heavy flooding and other major roads such as the A23 at Horley, the A27 and the A2037 at Henfield have also been affected.
West Sussex received the worst of the weather and emergency services have been busy dealing with flooding incidents around Littlehampton and BognorAgencies who are involved and co-ordinating their response include Southern Water, the police and the Environment Agency.
Early this morning, just after 7am, the A23 was blocked both ways near Handcross because of an overturned car. On the same road near the Southwick tunnel, an accident caused the road to be blocked westbound at around 7:15am with traffic backed up to Hangleton.
London Road in Burgess Hill was closed due to a falling tree on the A259.
The Environment Agency issued flood alerts for the River Adur, the River Uck near Uckfield and Ifield Brook near Crawley.
The River Ouse and the Cuckmere were also being closely monitored.
A spokesman from Sussex Police said: "Extra care should be taken when driving because of large amounts of surface spray on roads and fallen trees. There may also be disruption to other travel and outdoor activities."
Source: www.thisissussex.co.uk
Divorce Runs In My Family - Huffington Post
My dad had three different families, but it wasn't until I started writing about how my brother and I were affected by his impulse to extend his lineage that I understood how deep divorce ran in the Carr clan. Believe it or not, it wasn't always clear.
As a young divorcee and the sole provider for three toddlers, I wasn't exactly relationship material. So when I met someone who seemed smitten with having a ready-made family (maybe because he was adopted as a baby), I felt desperate to make it work. One night I found him lying naked on my cold gravel driveway because, as he told me, it made him feel alive, and I convinced myself I understood. Things got weirder as our relationship progressed and our ties twisted in ways I won't reveal here. Suffice it to say, in the end, even with his means and desire to take care of us, when he proposed, I thought better of it.
That decision validated a sense -- an intuition -- that I was not like my flesh and blood. Emboldened, I put some distance between destiny and myself by moving us to Paris, France. Before long, I met another expat. He got along with the kids; our relationship thrived. We were soul mates and made beautiful music together, literally and figuratively. When he wanted to get married, I chewed over the possibility for days and, amazingly, sought advice from my family back home. I guess I hadn't been far away long enough.
I called Dad, who was on his third family.
"Oh, dear," he said. "I'm not too good at this marriage game. It sounds like you love each other. What does he do?"
"He's a musician," I said.
"You know how your old pops loves music, sweetheart, but ... you already have three kids."
I tried Mom. She'd been divorced three times and lived alone. Maybe she would tell me what I wanted to hear, which was "Don't worry, darling. You're in Paris! You're not like us. You won't get divorced."
Instead she said, "His name is Joe?"
Mom's last husband, my stepdad, was named Joe. Without going into detail, I'll just say that the day after he disappeared, the FBI came to our home looking for him. Mom wanted me to have a life she hadn't. I was trying. If his name was her only objection, I at least had her on that one.
"Joe's not his real name," I said. "It's Lynn Vivian. He changed it as a joke. Get it? Joe King."
"Terry," she said. I could almost see her head shaking. "I don't know why you call me when you're going to do what you want anyway. Maybe now is a good time to tell you, Robert's getting divorced, again."
Robert was my half-brother. Mom had him with her first husband. Robert's third wife was also his second wife -- he'd already divorced her once. That's right, he was posed to marry and divorce the same person twice, in succession.
I wanted to speak to my full brother. His second marriage, as far as I knew, was solid. I asked Mom for his current phone number, and she clued me in on what was happening with him. He'd met and fallen for another woman and had figured out a way to not get divorced by asking his wife to allow his new woman to move in with them. Unbelievably, she agreed.
After assessing my odds at avoiding another divorce, I decided not to marry Joe King/Lynn Vivian or anyone else, ever. That solution seemed so genius I wondered why no one in my family had thought of it before.
I should confess, my one divorce had annihilated what little courage I possessed and going through another, I thought, would do me in completely. I was different from my family. They were made of sturdier and more resilient relationship stuff than I.
Now, with the privilege of perspective, it's clear that the only way marriage would have worked for me was if I'd been someone else. It certainly hasn't prevented me from embracing another Carr trait: love and loving love.
And, by the way, I'm not laying out my family's divorce history as some kind of badge of freakiness. In fact, I'll wager there are some with an even more diverse and colorful record in that department than ours. If so, please, do tell.
Source: www.huffingtonpost.com
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