Peak: At 3am it was like there was a disco going on outside and, as predicted, in charged a petrified Henry. We threw open the curtain, cuddled up together and watched the storm unfold. I LOVE a good storm and Henry kept us entertained with his amusing commentary and questions.
Henry: Will the lightning hit us, mummy?
Me: No sweetheart. If it strikes anything it’ll be something really tall. A tall tree, a church spire... a pylon maybe.
Henry: Uncle Ben is very tall.
Me: Yes he is. Uncle Ben got struck by lightning on a beach in Florida once.
Henry: Did it kill him?
Me: No Henry. You saw him last month, remember?
Henry: Oh yes. Was he dead?
Pit: After the heat-wave this morning we decided to have a nice cold beer at the pub. Just as we were getting out of the car the storm decided to return. We were soaked through and rain-battered as soon as we stepped out of the car door. I guess there are worse places to let the storm pass.
So today: We weathered the storm and nobody died.