The meeja here are working themselves up into a fierce frenzy altogether.
There is a bit of a wind coming so naturally the entire country is closing down. Schools are closed, airports are closed. Buses are only going to run when they feel like it [no change there, so?]. We are to nail everything to the ground and stay indoors. The army, the navy and the air force are on standby. The nation is huddled in a corner with its collective head between its collective knees kissing its collective arse goodbye.
Yes – Hurricane Ophelia has arrived.
I suppose there is a certain level of excitement. Normally we just hear about hurricanes over the other side of the pond, but at last we have one of our very own. The trouble is that because it’s the first we have experienced, the Powers that Be haven’t a clue what to expect. Even the weather forecasters admitted that. They just don’t know.
We have been warned not to go anywhere and to remove anything that may become a potential airborne missile [what?]. Naturally I took all the important stuff indoors and put all my rubbish up on the roof. That’ll save on the price of a skip?
But seriously, lads! It’s only a bit of wind? What can possibly go wro