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2007
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05:45 pm
Current Mood:
anxious
Current Location:
The deluge
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withnell
OMG!
The rain is back...! Different side of the Pennines, same scary weather ::is glad is living in a high place::
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gillyp.livejournal.com
2007-06-22 06:12 pm (UTC)
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We had a tornado. Right here, in the village. In Central Lancashire. Rain was coming in through the back door. ::shakes fist at the sky and demands to know what the hell is Going ON!!::
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snailbones.livejournal.com
2007-06-22 06:14 pm (UTC)
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OMG! Are you ok sweetie? I was kidding about the bloke with the beard, honest! Seriously - are you alright?
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gillyp.livejournal.com
2007-06-22 06:20 pm (UTC)
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Oh fine, hon - thanks for being concerned. It passed over brindle and Withnell but didn't touch ground. But... freaky or what?!
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snailbones.livejournal.com
2007-06-22 06:23 pm (UTC)
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Very very scary - we're not prepared for things like that. ::shudders:: Do you think we could have summer back now? Please? Pretty please...
Glad you're ok tho. ::passes glass of wine::
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gillyp.livejournal.com
2007-06-22 06:26 pm (UTC)
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OOh, thank you baby; I have a rather fine Chardonnay here. ::passes a glass::
The weather is extremely strange. there's no accounting for it. I shall watch out for the old boy in a beard and try to avoid being smited.
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Glad you're ok tho. ::passes glass of wine::
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The weather is extremely strange. there's no accounting for it. I shall watch out for the old boy in a beard and try to avoid being smited.