Tornado - Sunday

We were warned that tornadoes were on the way, I fell asleep after lunch and when I woke they were upon us in Shawnee.

My tornado shelter in the bathroom has been set up since the season started at the beginning of May, I just needed to throw in my toys, and a thermos, and although the bath was piled up with duvets and pillows I also threw in the duvets from the bed - which left Bubbles looking very confused and nonplussed.

 The severe weather covered a large area - I think Minneapolis is somewhere near Canada - but although I have not yet been out to see the damage in Shawnee, I gather from the television pictures that it is pretty devastating.   The shredded houses look bad enough, but even worse are the cars and trucks on the I-40 interstate which were hit.

I also understand - but I would have to see it myself before I am sure - that the worst hit area was down the road, on the way to Tecumseh.

I had a message from my friend Paul in North Carolina asking how it was.   Paul's mother was Lord Stansgate's sister, he is Tony Benn's cousin.   I told him I was handling it with British stoicism.

I wouldn't have been stoic though if the house had been hit.  I'd rather be dead than homeless, I don't think I could handle homeless, especially now that I am old.    
 
There's a respite at the moment, but I understand more are on the way tomorrow.   I will be out early anyway to have a look.