This evokes a sad memory for me. My family all live in the south of England. We lived in Leeds and missed the storm. My parents had been away in Ross-on-Wye for a short break and also missed the storm. On hearing the news the next morning I rang where they were staying to ask my mum not to go home, but I had missed them.
My dad was coming to visit us in Leeds and my mum somehow managed to get home. We had a lovely weekend and took my dad to Harry Ramsden's - something he had always wanted to do.
He went home on the Sunday and started clearing up the devastation in the garden the next day. The exertion brought on his second heart attack from which he subsequently died.
To this day, I feel so glad we took him to Harry Ramsden's that weekend.