Water is that strong. When it comes quickly, you're powerless. A few days ago I would have said I'm depressed. Now that the council has got us a house, I'm on top of the world. Not for myself, but for the three kids and wife. We can focus on the kids getting back to a normal life.

Our house in Toll Bar, Doncaster, was flooded. The rugby field behind it flooded. My four-year-old daughter was evacuated from nursery. The water came through the concrete floor of the dining room. It cleared the 7ft fence in the garden.

We're starting to feel happier, but it'll take time. For a while my boy screamed when he saw a puddle.

I'm a very happy-go-lucky person, full of life. I like a laugh and a joke. I'm a big football fan - I follow Sheffield United everywhere, though since I've been in interim housing I've lost contact with the outside football world.

We were sleeping in squash courts for a time. You meet good people in the interim centre. There were 44 of us, and after the kids were put to bed we'd have a game of cards and talk about the water.

I'm not usually a worrier, but something happens when you're on the other side of the road watching your house go under water. I'd crack up if it happened again. The only thing we managed to save was my daughter's bike. We lost the Sheffield United wall clock in my son's room. We'll have to get another.