I woke up and knew that something was different. The bedroom was eerily dark - and there was a rumbling and blustering outside the window that I hadn't heard when I had gone to sleep the previous night.
My first thought was for my six month old baby. The light switch flicked uselessly and I had to feel my way along the walls, out into the corridor and into my daughter's room, where, to my relief, she was still sleeping soundly - thumb in mouth.
Making my way back to bed, I parted the curtains and a scene from a bad horror film confronted me. The trees waved savagely and the thin arms of the lilac whipped at the ground but the worst of it all was the roaring of the wind.
The walls of the house trembled and I clutched at the bedclothes.
"I'm going to check downstairs," said the baby's father, feeling blindly for the door.
"Don't go," I said.
I remember it well! I had a 7 month old baby at the time and had to boil water for his bottles on my mum's neighbour's gas stove as we had no electricity for days.
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We both have 25 year old babies now then! What happened when he checked downstairs? Do you know - I have no recollection!
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