Some quotes from my Facebook Feed this morning: “Well that was boring!”, “What Storm? #Anticlimax”.
Now I know that yesterday I was promoting the don’t panic party, but if you weren’t hit too badly, isn’t that a cause for celebration? I must say, after sleeping like a meerkat all night, popping up every 30 mins to check our large trees which were dancing in the wind, I am thankful that we got away basically unscathed.
Others weren’t so lucky.
So, perhaps before you berate the weather reporters, remember the storm was pretty much spot on what the scientists were reporting (not the tabloids), trees did come down, people are without power, people have been hurt. This was not a competition. Be thankful that your family and wallets got away unscathed.
Perhaps the fact that so many people were being sensible and putting things away meant that less damage was done.
Forewarned is forearmed.
So, we’re predicted a storm tonight. The Uk’s weather is fairly bland and mild all year round so when something unusual happens, we do like a good panic. (I will of course eat my words should I be blogging in a few days in post apocalyptic Britain).
Despite my gut feeling that panic is not required, we do live right on the South Coast (like less than 10 minutes drive from the sea. Accounting for traffic), so probably ought to take heed of the official warnings like out stuff away, expect power outages, buy some candles & torches, charge your phones etc. I’m not intending to try any last minute kite surfing despite the offering of 80mph winds here, but you just know someone is going to get themselves a Darwin Award later.
I’m guessing the point at which they give the storm a name it’s worth paying some attention. But the St Jude Storm? Really? The patron saint of depression and lost causes! Why is there even a patron saint of depression??! The UK is already known for it’s miserable weather, so why make it official??
So what have I done to prepare for impending doom? Well…
- There’s a storm lantern upstairs in case the kids wake up.
- The garden stuff and bikes are all inside the sheds
- There’s a torch in each bedroom.
- We’ve eaten a nice warm dinner.
- Kids were in bed on time so they get some sleep.
- Kids have been reassured and given instructions to come into us if scared (I may regret that)
- Candles are in easy access as are long matches to light them.
- Electrics will be unplugged just in case of a surge
- Panic has been dismissed.
- Knitting has continued.
- I may even give Breaking Bad another go this evening….
Ooh has knitting ever continued! Last night I reached the much desired 40cm of looooooong boring block colour for my jumper and got to start the sleeve. Ok, this is more block colour, but it requires DPNs which keep me on my toes and it’s growing nicely. I may even finish sleeve one whilst we watch the ‘subtropical storm’ (it’s not a hurricane as it didn’t start in the Atlantic. It’s not a cyclone as it didn’t start in the Pacific. Frankly I feel a bit cheated by the name. They could at least give it a proper name like …. Swirlydeathwind, or Stormnado. We could even go quite British with it and call it The Stoic Storm of Denial. That has a ring, no?)
So in true stoic fashion….Further preparations for Armageddon this evening are a nice hot bath & washing my hair 🙂
Just like hundreds of others I got stuck in the freak March snow in the south of England this evening. It may not look that impressive, but five hours to do 20 miles wasn’t my kind of fun. Especially when I left work at 5pm for a change. And don’t mention needing to pee!
No gritting (that anyone had seen), no winter tyres and lots of people with no concept of how to drive on ice. 4 people span in front of me, and so many bent cars at the side of the road.
Proof that we’re not cut out for this weather. Although the guys pushing cars up the hill were brilliant.
(Before anyone panics, the camera was set up with voice control. Lurve my iPhone!)