And another thing; while storms raged across the UK on Saturday night/Sunday morning, and a lampost up my street blew over, as well as my neighbours For Sale sign snapping in half and ending up four houses down, one thing didn't happen. My fucking bus shelter emerged from the incelement weather remarkably unscathed, although it still doesn't have a bus stop, so is practically - as in, "in a practical sense" rather than nearly - useless.
Though there was a rather cute news story tonight about Al Fayed at Harrods trying to stop Transport for London from making a bus lane outside his store. If they don't listen to me, Mohammed, why would they listen to you? Even if you are on the news wrapping up sweetie treats for Ken.
Other storm related stuff: for some reason I found it terribly, terribly distressing on Sunday morning seeing trees with huge branches broken off, and in one case in the back of Maida Vale, a 200 foot tree snapped in two. It feels like watching a person with their limbs broken off. I know what you're thinking - treehugger. But I'm not, honestly, it's just the sense of something with such longevity being destroyed so quickly. Though obviously there are much more distressing things happening in the world, like the Russian government gassing a large chunk of their theatre going public. Now that can't have been one of their election promises.
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