We had a bit of a storm last night. And it struck, inevitably, as I was walking back from the bank. In fact is struck so hard that I was almost knocked over by the horizontal wall of water that hit me.
On the plus side, being on foot meant that I was able to easily navigate around the tree that had fallen across the town’s main road.
Once home, I discovered that the noise had awoken one of the twins and he was being reassured by his mum. The mood instantly lightened when I walked in, because seeing a drenched dad squelch into the house is so funny that all fear is forgotten. So I squelched a few more times provoking enough laughter to awaken the other twin.
At this point my sympathetic partner mentioned that she had heard the outdoor furniture being blown around, her bike was still outside and, since I was wet already, could I go out and check.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
It doesn’t look like there was any significant damage — a few branches were blown down and the terrace is a bit of a mess, but if that’s the worst of it then I won’t complain.
I have to admit that I saw a lot less devastation this morning on the way to work. The roads were reasonably clear and the trains were running, although delayed because one of the lines was closed.
The weather forecast is predicting more rain tonight but, thankfully, not another storm.