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Sep. 19th, 2003 08:02 pmBlaggd this meme thingy from
isendthem's journal:
It's not esperately flattering but I'm too mellow to care. See, what's happened is that I am very worried about
00wanderlust, who is, apparently, in the area affected by that hurricane. Consequently I was twitchy and insisted on helping Snapeclone strip wall paper to take my mind off it, then both kids went out for a couple of hours, and after watching me strip wallpaper Himself got ideas and we whizzed upstairs for half an hours illicit nookie - an item in short supply at 5 a.m. beause normally we'd be up to our oxters in kids at that point. *stops to draw breath* Now we're both very cheerful and halfway down a bottle of Blueridge cabernet Sauvignon (it's Bulgarian but what the hell) and I've decided that
00wanderlust is sensible enough to have stayed out of the wind and is probably just without electricity like 1,000,000 other people!
Have you any idea at all how scary American weather is to UK residents? We occasionally have floods due to heavy rain and sometimes in October have winds hgh enough to cause problems with trees being blown down but those are exceptional circumstances. We don't have hurricanes, typhoons, cyclones, tornados or earthquakes. (Ok, we do have earthquakes very occasionally but they are usually just enough to rattle the crockery and bring downa chimney pot or two.) The idea that weather could actually threaten ones welfare when one is in one's own home is quite bizarre. Even the floods come with warnings. In Abergavenny we automatically look to the north-west because if there's a cloudburst in the Brecon Beacons the water will come down about a day later.
Tornados now! There's a thing. There was one in Mid Wales about 3 years ago - a little dinky one about 50 feet high that sucked up a load of water from Llangorse Lake and spewed it all out again, when it collapsed, over the caravan site. Apparently there were frogs. That's a far cry from great roaring things that suck up buildings and spit them out forty miles away!
I think, on the whole, we're very lucky here. Not only is our weather generally non-life-threatening but we also get 're-runs' of classic comedy shows like 'Open All Hours' - about Arkwright, a corner shop keeper, who stutters and his pursuit of Nurse Gladys Emmanuel, the district nurse, who lives across the road, and his gormless nephew Granville. "Ger-granville, fer-fetch a cloth" will be the catchphrase for the family from now on - especially since the kids have never had the opportunity of seeing the programme before.
Anyway, rough red wine and classic comedy is a good mixture to prevent ne from worrying about people wh may or may not be languishing in a power cut!
It's not esperately flattering but I'm too mellow to care. See, what's happened is that I am very worried about
Have you any idea at all how scary American weather is to UK residents? We occasionally have floods due to heavy rain and sometimes in October have winds hgh enough to cause problems with trees being blown down but those are exceptional circumstances. We don't have hurricanes, typhoons, cyclones, tornados or earthquakes. (Ok, we do have earthquakes very occasionally but they are usually just enough to rattle the crockery and bring downa chimney pot or two.) The idea that weather could actually threaten ones welfare when one is in one's own home is quite bizarre. Even the floods come with warnings. In Abergavenny we automatically look to the north-west because if there's a cloudburst in the Brecon Beacons the water will come down about a day later.
Tornados now! There's a thing. There was one in Mid Wales about 3 years ago - a little dinky one about 50 feet high that sucked up a load of water from Llangorse Lake and spewed it all out again, when it collapsed, over the caravan site. Apparently there were frogs. That's a far cry from great roaring things that suck up buildings and spit them out forty miles away!
I think, on the whole, we're very lucky here. Not only is our weather generally non-life-threatening but we also get 're-runs' of classic comedy shows like 'Open All Hours' - about Arkwright, a corner shop keeper, who stutters and his pursuit of Nurse Gladys Emmanuel, the district nurse, who lives across the road, and his gormless nephew Granville. "Ger-granville, fer-fetch a cloth" will be the catchphrase for the family from now on - especially since the kids have never had the opportunity of seeing the programme before.
Anyway, rough red wine and classic comedy is a good mixture to prevent ne from worrying about people wh may or may not be languishing in a power cut!