Today was a disaster movie made flesh. We had a flash-flood that lasted an hour. A torrential downpour that actually scared me, but at least I discovered that I can cope under pressure. The shop suddenly flooded and I found myself armed with mop and bucket, trying my best to bail out. That failed, so I soaked up excess rain water with cardboard boxes and use the hard brush to force the water out of the shop. Thankfully, we held it back and won that battle.
As the rain seemed to subside, there was a small lightning flash in the distance. As I looked out of the shop doorway to see where the lightning was heading, there was an almightly flash of light and the crack of thunder almost instaneously after it. I leapt back, my vision a mess of colours and my teeth rattling in my head – my fillings felt like they were vibrating.
We had a massive electrical storm over the village, the resulting snaking bolt of lightning came in through the window upstairs, blew up my modem and AV amp that powers my surround sound system. In the shop, our PayPoint and credit card processing machine got fried. The funny thing is both the amp and the PayPoint machine were disconnected from the mains. The Missus and Baby V were in the living room at the time and saw the electrical charge come in through the room. The sound upset the baby. Normally, I would turn off electrical equipment and unplug it from the wall at the first sign of a lightning storm, but I didn’t even get the chance.
Truly terrifying.
This place is cursed.
I hate it so much.
Lightning Strikes