I had a realy late night;
not going to bed until 1pm. Did "Furry Face TM"
really have to announce a Red Alert at 3am? I don't think it was
really necessary. Perhaps the wiind bothered him. I missed it, but
apparently the winds were ratther bad last night. I woke to find the
asphalt on the shed roof had gone, along with two fence panels.
They can all stay gone
until after Christmas.
After a swift bite of
brekkie I took "Furry Face TM"
round the park for a walk. Having read the updates on social media it
seemed tha the overnight storm had wiped out civilisation, and I was
keen to assess what was left so I could make a start in this brave
new world. It has to be said that I was disappointed.
There were some serious
floods; but Ashford is a flat town. Floods happen all the time. I
found a few roof tiles on the pavement, but other than that
civilisation seemed to have survived. Mostly. I got talking with
OrangeHead in the park; she's sprung a leak, but her chunky little
friend seemed dry. Another passing dog waalker told us of a massive
tree that had collapsed in Jemmett Road, so we ran off to gloat, but
we couldn't find any fallen trees at all.
It was at this point that
the rain became torrential. We sheltered under a (still standing)
tree for a few minutes, and when home put shoes and trousers on to
the radiator to dry out.
Whiilst we were out I did
take a
few photos of the floods. They weren't that bad really.
We then set off to
Hastings. Collecting a couple of geocaches on the way we braved the
floods and were soon in Westfield where we spent a few hours with
father-in-law over an all-day breakfast. It wouls have been good to
have sppent longer, but time was at a premium, so at 3pm we made our
way into Hastings where we spent an hour with mother-in-law.
We popped round to
brother-in-law, and then with time seriously having run out we set
off to Folkestone to meet up with "Daddies Little Angel TM".
On the way we passed a geocache I couldn't find a couple of weeks
ago. Not only could we not find it again; this time we flattened the
car's battery whilst searching for the thing. It was nothing that a
bump-start couldn't sort out, but pushing the car out of a ditch
before being able to do the bump-start didn't do much for an
already-aching back.
Once in Folkestone we
delivered all that we had blagged from grandma's tat shop, and then
finding ourselves running about two hours late we went round to see
"My Boy TM" and deliver various
christmas requisites.
We sang along to
Christmas songs, scoffed too much, and poured lager down our necks.
An excellent end to a rather busy Christmas eve...
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