After having spent two hours invigilating trial SATs exams with behaviourally-challenged pupils on my own (and gettting the zip of my right boot caught on the left knee of my pink fishnets) I had the pleasure of break duty. Stopping pupils from entering the building.
Sky goes black in a blink. The heavens open. Hailstones plummet. The wind roars and the children stampede screaming into the building. I do not stop them. Phenomenal.
And we are in east London. We can only imagine what it was like in the north west. Scary.
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Bloody Amazing! I've only just found out via your blog!
Living in a house built in 1847 (and one that has had precious little maintenance since then, I daresay), I really feel for these poor people. And what a miracle that nobody got killed.
I hear there was about £3 worth of damage!
I feel sorry for that poor woman who'd only just moved in to her house and was told she couldn't claim insurance because the paperwork hadn't gone through.
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