Jane has always wanted to see storms over the sea and especially lightning. I know, a bit odd wanting to watch thunderbolts and lightning but then we all are.
So when it suddenly started lightning over the sea the other night, she shot out of her chair and ran like a greyhound out of trap one to the door. She was trying to get pictures of the forked lightning that was striking and practically jumping for joy. Even though we live on the seafront, it’s very rare when, over the years, we’ve seen a storm out to sea.
It was a bit weird really because there was no thunder or rain, but we did watch the sky change as it came towards us. The horizon went misty while the Lake District and all that area which we normally have a good view of, had disappeared.
Thunderbolts and Lightning – in spades!
The lightning carried on for some time but by about 11.45pm, the fury of the heavens started. I was doing a crossword when all of a sudden I heard this deafening noise like bullets being fired on the roof of my bedroom which has a part glass roof over some of it. I was almost diving for cover as it just sounded like nothing I’ve ever heard before.
Then a streak of fork lightning came, followed by the loudest thunder you could imagine, lighting up the whole of the bedroom. It got worse, with more thunderbolts and lightning, and on and on it went. I thought it was never going to stop, which it didn’t for a long time.
Meanwhile, my two dogs were asleep, or supposed to be, upstairs in the lounge. I knew Koko would be in hysterics, that’s if dogs have hysterics, as he hates bonfire night and anything else that is deafening. Hubby went upstairs and found my little soldier having the said hysterics. The poor little thing, he didn’t know where to put himself. He was shooting all around the room, trying to get away from that awful noise.
Scaredy Cat
Muffin is the one that you would expect to be upset as he doesn’t like anything strange and as he’s got older. Lots of things frighten him that didn’t before. We have a small sort of open porch around the back door. He’s gone through it and out into the back garden since we got them ten years ago.
All of a sudden, after years of not bothering, he’s decided that he’s not going to go down the tiny step onto the patio for nobody. Instead, he insists on weeing under the porchway near the back door. Then he turns round and races in as though a demon were after him.
On the bright side, he doesn’t hang about like Koko does, sniffing every leaf. Anything that has blown there he has to sniff at, as though it was his duty.
Windy?
Muffin even jumps up startled when he has a bit of wind at his own rear end if you know what I mean. He turns round every time to see where it has come from, with this startled look on his face.
Koko is a quiet little poppet when it comes to breaking wind and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him yet! Muffin certainly has got more wary as he’s got older so it was a surprise when calm little Koko decided to throw himself round the room, especially with such a bad heart that he has.
It ended up with hubby staying upstairs most of the night to make sure he didn’t collapse or anything. He only went to bed when Jane turned up to work at the stupid hour of 4.30am! Usually it’s 5-5.30am but she was due to go to Cleveleys to count people from 7am-9am and again between 12 noon to 2pm.
Footfall Counting in Cleveleys
The volunteers were counting to see how the coronavirus is affecting people’s shopping habits and the amount of people who are out and about.
It’s being done over three days with a team of volunteers doing fixed shifts during that time. At least she hasn’t got drowned, which she would have done if it had continued through the night and morning.
She said it was very quiet earlier which is not surprising at 7am is it. I was having my breakfast at that time but at least it was warm and sunny for her, it’s lovely isn’t it. Anyway, back to the thunder.
Back to Thunderbolts and Lightning…
By the time hubby had got to Koko he was well and truly upset, the poor little lad. He couldn’t hide anywhere and obviously was in a flat spin. He couldn’t be left in that state. When eventually the storm stopped (and didn’t it rain cats and dogs) he was settled down wrapped around Derek’s neck!
I was met by a very bleary eyed husband who looked very sorry for himself as he’d not had much sleep. But how’s that for dedication to a scared little boy. Well done hubby that’s your good deed done. Hopefully that’s it for a while, otherwise dog and hubby will both be in melt down!!!!!
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