I used to love to sit out watching a storm - imagine porch roof over comfy chairs... Well, a few years ago I ran in - woah that was a bit close (!)!!! It turns out a house about half a mile away was struck and caught fire!
Omg sorry @Sayithowiseeit that was a few years ago. I'm still in awe. 2 kids from our school were actually struck by lightening in a park as they were trying to get home! All fine, but blummin eck.
That's not helping either.
Okay a heartwarming story... It's true and it's my story...
Once upon a time there was a young single mother who moved from a Midlands city and found herself lucky enough to be able to rent a little detached bungalow overlooking fields in a tiny village many miles south. She moved in with her 1 year old.
Having moved from the city she hated the old local dog walkers coming up and peering in her windows like she was from the circus. One even brought his wife - there he is, there's the boy! I told you, look, he's walking!
I'm more of a fuck off and do one type of lady, but being alone and 21 and not having a clue what was going on, I just went with it.
Occasionally the owner of the fields would drive up, and they'd often camp on a sunny weekend. He said he's got some horses down in the field, would I like to bring my son down to see them. Son was probably 3 by then.
We wandered down, did the stroke the nose eek - don't like it! Owners wife gave us some lemonade and some biscuits.
Owner told son that this mare was in foal and going to have a baby horse. We went down a few times...
AND then - the worst storm I'd seen for years took hold. I knew landowner was in and out.
Still chucking it down, about 10 pm - a knock on the door. The foal was born and did my son want to name him?
Err well, he's in bed but I'll fetch him.
Man explained new baby horse what would you like to call him?
My son pointed to the sky and said Storm!
And so for a few years we got to watch Storm grow up. Son would go down with man and his wife.
It was only after leaving the village that someone said yes that's Mr
... They're the... Family. You see all those lorries out and about, they're theirs. They're millionaires!!
I had no idea. And whilst most of the village gossiped about this young single Mum, on benefits, trying to find her way with her baby - the kindest people were blummin millionaires ❤️ I contacted Mr, via his company a few years after we'd moved out. Son was 10 - he never forgot and we were invited back over to see Storm.
The kindness of strangers
And a heartwarming STORM story.
(or one big long yawn, because I'm just rambling)