I’m getting a little bit tired of hearing about Lorenzo.
I mean to say, who is Lorenzo anyway? He sounds like a character from an opera or a Mafia Don, but someone in their wisdom decided he was a hurricane as well. Except that he’s not a hurricane any more but has been relegated to an Extra-Tropical Storm, or maybe an Ex-Hurricane. Either way he’s on his way here and is to arrive tomorrow.
Big fucking deal.
It was last weekend when they first mentioned Lorenzo. You could hear the excitement in the weather forecaster’s voice as he [or she?] said there was a hurricane and it might hit Ireland. Or maybe it will bass up to the West? Or the East? They have now decided it’s going up the West Coast but will take a right turn at an invisible crossroads and travel into the middle of Ireland.
We have been advised that we don’t need to stock up on bread or water which is a shame because that’s an Irish tradition – any mention of bad weather and we have to empty the bread and water shelves in the supermarkets.
Our emergency systems are on full alert apparently. In the UK they have COBRA but here we have NECG, which shows the gubmint can’t even come up with a decent acronym. they are now having regular meetings as Armageddon approaches.
Lorenzo even got a mention at today’s Torture Session. We were told not to turn up on Friday if there was a Status Red, but seeing as we merely got a miserly Status Yellow that excuse won’t work.
My prediction is that it will be wet and windy. It may blow down a tree or two [hopefully not at the Manor] and some places will suffer from their regular flooding but that’s about all. No big deal.
The only good thing is that it has knocked Brexit out of the top news slot.
I’m sick of Brexit too.