Hurricane Wilma, more like Betty.
Yup, I'm fine.
Slept through most of it. Went to bed at 2 in the morning as the hurricane was just starting to build up, got woken up around 8ish by the computer UPS thingy beeping at me that the main power had gone and I should back up everything.
Kicked it off.
Looked out the small front window to see a world of grey with rapidly moving bits in it I think.
Was just a wall of wind and water.
Kicked the laundry into the gap at the door and noticed it wasn't too damp; or rather I wasn't up to my ankles in water.
Went back to bed, safe in the knowledge that I had 3 days of cookies just in case.
Woke up late in the afternoon. Couldn't do any work, no power.
Ate first days supplies of cookies.
Went back to bed.
Woke up 10ish (nighttime, all dark, Ooooo! scary). Went outside to chat to the neighbours how bad had it been etc. The bloke next door had gone into downtown Miami and stayed in an Hotel as he thought it'd be safer than being on an island only a couple of feet above sea level. He had to get a friend to come and collect him as his car got flooded in the Hotel car park, he spent a restless night hearing windows being blown out, no lights, no elevator; and didn't take too lightly to me sleeping through the whole thing on the island without noticing a thing. Downtown Miami got hit quite bad, lots of flooding round the trendy bars, all the posh Condo's have had some serious damage, lots of trees down, windows gone, cars destroyed. Drank all the beer/win we had as emergency provisions and had quite the community party round the flashlights. Tried to inspire the Dunkirk spirit and all that. Was just about to launch into the 'Hitler, has only got one...' song, but police kept patrolling past, but it'd of ment climbing over the wreckage in the street and getting their feet wet, so they just flashed their lights at us and drove on. Pretty laid back area, and not like there wasn't anyone who'd not evacuated who wasn't there drinking with us.
Went back home, finished off emergency supplies of Cookies. Started thinking about what one does when one needs to start looting? Is there an etiquette to this sort of thing? Should I leave an IOU note or something? WHAT IF THEY'VE RUN OUT OF COOKIES!?!?!? Calmer mood took me, went back to bed. Woke up in the morning to full power, everything between my 4 walls back to normal. Found one more packet of Cookies that I'd not noticed in the dark. Bonus.
My place just looks like it's been pebble dashed with bits of leaves.
With Wilma safely in the mid atlantic, if anyone see's my doormat that I forgot to bring in, I'd appreciate if you could send it back. You'll know it's mine, it's got a bit 'Welcom' on it (dunno what happened to the 'e', was like that when I moved in, I should of mentioned it to the landlady, oh well).


