A buster day

The weather report for our town was to expect 100mph winds (yes, they use miles here. We got miles from them) (They do use liters and grams, though, so I don’t know about that). Storm Eunice was coming our way. (No tropical in front of that, because no tropical. It sounds so…short.) (And Eunice sounds so British, doesn’t it? We are not in England. We are in Wales.) Anyway, when I saw the forecast, I showed Keith my phone. He said that’s not where we are. I said I think it is. He brought up a map on his computer. I held my phone in front of his computer. He said I don’t think that’s where we are. I said okay, because I (sometimes really ridiculously) always believe him. We went to band and everyone said, did you hear the weather report? It’s for right where we are. So…there. Also anyway, when I saw the forecast was exactly when I realized we don’t have a basement. Huh. I actually looked at the corner of our kitchen, where I believe the basement stairs would go if we had basement stairs, to see if indeed I had missed seeing basement stairs. I had not.

Going, going, gone with the wind!

We obviously planned to stay in. We basically stay in anyway, so it didn’t seem hard. I told Keith to put his horns in their case in case the roof blew off. They might stand a chance then. He said the roof is not going to blow off. I believed him. I thought about sleeping on the couch in the downstairs, in case the roof blew off. I did not, because Keith said the roof is not going to blow off. When we woke up, the roof had not blown off. It was not raining, which felt very strange. The wind was certainly blowing, and gusts came along that sounded really fierce, but we just stayed in and all was well. Traffic on our street was definitely lighter, but there were some cars. Schools had been cancelled and public transportation was stopped. By late afternoon, things had really calmed down and the sun (THE SUN) was peeking out between clouds. We went for a walk. We walked the other way, the way we had not been.

The stuck-together houses are called terraced houses. In USA we might call them row houses, or even townhouses. I think I already mentioned they were built to maximize living spaces near the coal mines (pits). There is a Chinese restaurant a couple blocks down, in the midst of all of the houses. I was wondering how cold our food would get if we carried it out. We walked all the way to the next town, Treherbert. I believe it was less than a mile. We had officially depleted all of our food, (except salt, pepper, and ketchup. We have ketchup now because we had patty melts.) Stores actually close fairly early here – even grocery stores – so we stopped at home to grab grocery sacks and Keith found that work was needing him. I read while he worked and while the stores closed. He thought he would just be a couple minutes and it legitimately never occurred to me I could go by MYSELF. We did not starve. We got eggs in the morning, but that was today, (Spoilers!) and I will write about today tomorrow.

Oh, I just realized this is called a buster day. Some child of ours, we don’t know which, (It seems like it was Benjamin, but it doesn’t make sense because he was speaking in sentences at about 15 months. Alexander spoke his own language until he was 3, so it was probably him, but once he started he spoke very clear English. But…we really can’t remember) called windy days buster days after watching Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day. We have called windy days buster days ever since.