The storm.

On Sunday when Malcolm was going to the gym I sent him out with a shopping list of essentials, bread, milk,eggs ( and pumpkins for carving ) in anticipation for the 'worse storm in 26 years' . I have  to admit I was a little  worried about what was going to happen, the kids were on the other hand  hoping for a storm of epic proportion ( think Noah's Ark!).  And when  Marie woke me up yesterday morning (sitting bolt upright at 3 am demanding shucks (socks) whilst waving her feet under my nose, which got the me dosing in out of sleepiness just to rub her feet, she went  in for her checkmate move demanding bot bot (milk) ) and we went downstairs, it was really blustery and I thought ' OK, here goes' but by the time 7 am arrived it was blue skies and just a heap load of leaves in our yard to clean up. Apparently, some boats in the town had got loose from their moorings and the seafront was covered in seaweed on the walkway. So, really the storm didn't affect us at all.