Atropos and the Tornado

I was on the fifth floor of Corporate Tower in Central London yesterday when our London Tornado hit. First a crack of thunder and in every cubicle heads turned to the window. The sky turned a lurid dirty mauve, and rain started to sweep past horizontally.

Reactions were fascinating:
60% of the workforce were just sane. Fascinated, a little awed perhaps, glad to be indoors.
20% expressed understandable but pretty irrational levels of fear. One woman burst into tears.

The real nutters were the two women who climbed onto the desk for a closer view, regretting that they were indoors, and not somewhere a tad windier (like the North Atlantic!) where they could have real fun.
So that would me and partner-in-lunacy Lisa then.

I'm with Jack Aubrey on this one - I just wanted to be out at sea, enjoying a "good blow". (There's nothing like a nasty squall and near death to make you forget sea-sickness.)

Interestingly Lisa was the only person who heard about the frog eating snake living under the Stone Caravan without flinching.
"Cool!" she said.