Posted by sean on July 25, 2019 at 6:41 pm in Weather with No Comments

The other night every resident of Bath was awoken by an almighty storm.

The weather pages on the BBC website have been promising us a storm for weeks. The weatherman in the sky never delivered on the Beeb’s word, which is disappointing seeing as the BBC have always been renowned for their honesty… lol.

That is why, as Claire and I got into bed, when she informed me that storms were forecast for the night ahead, I uttered the immortal words “It’ll never happen”.

I must be a jinx…

It was at about 1am when it all kicked off.

Instead of telling you what happened, I am going to show you.

Here is a reconstruction of how the events unfolded. Jackie Stallone is playing the part of yours truly…

(talking in sleep)
“not with the pastry… not with the pastry…”


I don’t know how long the storm went on for, but thank goodness I was indoors, as rain battered the house.

As I lay in bed, I was treated to a lights show, with flashes coming from the bedroom window and onto the landing, through the glass on the front door.

It was some spectacle and one I made the most of, as we probably won’t get another until the next decade.

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