Daddy Pig says I’m overreacting to all this storm talk. There has been a lot of eye-rolling on his part.
‘It is NOT the apocalypse,’ he says when I wonder aloud if the trees in the middle of our road could reach our house if they fell. I was only asking.
‘Well anyway, we should probably keep the cats in, just in case they blow away.’ Totty has lost a little weight recently and Rolex has always been very lean. I wish Beaver hadn’t forced me to watch Wizard of Oz so much recently. I have visions of them flying past the window like poor Toto.
And yet I am not overcautious by nature. Beaver and Godivy and their kamikaze tendencies are proof of that. But when it comes to an Act of God, I admit I feel a little nervous. It’s all completely out of our control, isn’t it?
So when Michael Fish, the weatherman of weathermen, advises us all to batten down the hatches when St Jude strikes bringing possible 90 mph winds with him, that’s good enough for me. And I would prefer to listen than not.
Daddy Pig’s answer to this is that Michael Fish has had his day. He doesn’t believe me when I say the train networks are already up the spout. And he doesn’t even think we need to close the windows. Ahem? All this despite the experience of my neighbour who’s lived next door for more than 25 years through the storm of ’87 when it was OUR roof that was stripped of most of its roof tiles, damaging all of the cars.
Nope. I may as well be making it all up. Because apparently, they have these sorts of winds ALL the time in New Zealand. Perhaps they do. But this is the UK and we do not deal with extremes well. Snow day anyone?
So tonight, I for one will be battening down the hatches as best I can. I will be having a quiet word with God to go easy on us all. I will especially be thinking of those who don’t have proper shelter this evening.
Lastly, I will be hoping that in the morning Daddy Pig is right.
And this was nothing more than a storm in a teacup.
Even if it means I have to put up with more eye-rolling.
ARE YOU ANXIOUS ABOUT ST JUDE? OR IS IT REALLY JUST ME…?