REAL Weather

I remember sitting in a car on a Kentucky hillside (the tyres will earth the power if a bolt hits us, right?) watching the lightning strikes get nearer and nearer as the storm swept up the valley towards us.

I remember rain in Philadelphia. The air pretty much displaced by water. The force of it and the roar of it.

I remember a huge thunderhead sailing over the fields (in Kentucky again) all lit up from inside by frequent lightning- like a citadel at war- and how I waited till it was almost directly overhead before I ran for the house.

This is prompted by jackiejj writing about hurricane Frances. Heigh-ho; we don't get weather like that in Britain.

Quick Trip

I'm meeting manfalling in town for lunch.

That was a pretty quick trip to India then.

Erm, actually, he never went. He has problems with the 24 hour clock. His flight was scheduled for 20.30 and he thought that meant 10.30. So he turned up at the airport late.

And?

The airline gave him a new ticket for this coming Saturday. No questions asked, no extra fees. So lets hear it for those lovely people at Emirates!