Tonight we have a big thunderstorm forecast. It's apparently going to start slamming us about 3 am with large hail, lightning, thunder, torrential rain and maybe (but hopefully not) tornadoes. It's going to keep going till noon tomorrow. We just moved the cars (mine in the garage, Craig's hugging the house).We have a scrappy plan in place, should the tornado sirens go off. It goes like this:
- Grab kids & head to basement and put Danny, erm, in my arms the entire time. We didn't think this out too much did we.
- Run back up to fetch contact lenses (I cannot be blind in an emergency can I)
- Round up animals. This is quite difficult because Cody weighs 20 lbs more than when we first got him and he's now an old man. Also, Frank is a slippery bugger and Tutz hides.
- Watch the news in the basement and if it gets bad then we head into the downstairs loo and hope for the best (but isn't that always how it is in bathrooms?)
It brings to mind a similar incident 9 years ago when Craig's mum & dad were visiting. The same kind of storm happened and the tornado sirens went off about 3am so we all scrambled to the basement. Dorothy and I were both sat, in our nighties, on dusty unused exercise bikes. I looked at her and said "I can't see a thing & my contacts are upstairs". She said "I really don't want to be found in a field 5 miles away with no underwear on" . It wasn't funny at the time but it is now.
So, bullet point number 5 is: Like your mum always tells you, make sure you have clean underwear on.
Bring it on Mother Nature.
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