Well storm season has arrived. And it always storms at about 3pm – just when I have to go out and pick people up from school. Betty will spend the next month cowering on the lounge wondering what the hell is going on out there. We lost our roof one year in a wild hail storm. I sat with the kids in the middle room of the house and we had a tin roof at that time so the noise was incredible. Lizzie was only about three then and she entertained us throughout the storm with some wild bashing on the piano. I imagined that was what it was like on the titanic. But with better musicians. I think just about everyone in town got a new roof that year. New cars as well.
Daz missed it as usual. He's missed all the natural disasters we've had. Always out of town working.
So this was the sky yesterday. Time to stock up on candles.