Blow Me Down

It is no wonder that, much to my children’s great chagrin, we have had no snow this winter. We just seem to be assailed by one great storm after another. We get through one spell of gale force winds and torrential rain, and then find there is another storm building in the Atlantic.
It was only December that I posted about the storm that brought my Mum’s chimney down next door, and last night the wind seemed to be howling more furiously than ever.
At least here in the north we do not experience the floods that much of the UK is suffering from at the moment. The coast has been ravaged by fifty foot waves, and part of the country in the south has been under flood water for over a month. The forecast is that things aren’t going to improve anytime soon.
And when my football team, Manchester City, is scheduled to play at home and has a chance of going top of the league with a win, and then the match is cancelled on safety grounds, then you better believe that things are getting serious.
Although not making light of the destruction caused by 100mph winds, and the possible damage to property and injury people may suffer, amid reports of shoppers being blown over on the streets of Manchester yesterday afternoon,  I couldn’t help but laugh at this photograph taken on Deansgate.

I can imagine Miss Unfortunate sliding 300 metres to the end of the street still clutching her shopping and that most useless of weapons in this type of weather: the umbrella. Or maybe that is not an umbrella but a baton, and this is just her part of a relay race?

But it is the look on the face of the other woman that really tickled me. The look of disbelief as she gamely tries to hold on to her bags, hold down her skirt, hold on to her dignity, hold onto the pavement.


Batten down the hatches people, and try to keep your feet on the ground. Spring is just around the corner.



14 thoughts on “Blow Me Down

      • You’re welcome.
        I related to the article as I lived 18 feet off of the Atlantic Ocean, and went through the flooding of Super Storm Sandy. Was in icy cold saltwater up to my waist for three days. Eventually, my house, gave up the ghost and was destroyed. Sustained winds of 90 miles per hour.
        My heart goes out for the people, and something inside of me wants to be there in the middle of it and for the aftermath.


      • Wow you certainly speak from experience.
        Although we are currently suffering some weather extremes, they do pale in comparison to some other countries. I often remind myself how lucky we are in the UK-we suffer no (severe) earthquakes or tornadoes, we have no predatory animals or deadly poisonous creatures to speak of, our climate is neither too hot nor too cold.
        These storms are about as difficult as things get, dangerous though they are, and we have another about to hit tomorrow.
        I am sure my opinion would not be so positive though if if I were one of those poor people trapped in the floods down south.


  1. It is crazy weather, loving the photograph! Although yesterday just up the road from me an elderly gentleman died after being electrocuted trying to move a fallen tree from the road which had also taken down some power lines. It truly is getting dangerous out there! Thankfully my part of the town is well away from rivers so we’re not in any danger of flooding, but it is really taking me back to the storms of 87!


    • No she was fine, she was tracked down today by the local newspaper and she said that she and her friends were laughing at the time. And even more so since she has seen the many photoshopped versions on the paper’s website that different people have made. There are some great ones-Yoda knocking her over with the Force as she clutches her lightsabre, a Winter Olympics one, her being held aloft by a celebrating crowd, and many others.


    • It is. We have a student staying with us from Angola who has never experienced snow before. I’ve told him not to give up hope just yet, but the clock is ticking, even as a new weather front is due to hit us tomorrow.


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