Home safely, I tucked the car under shelter for the night and commenced duties domestic until retiring for the evening. (The true pointlessness of putting a car under shelter that was destined for an off-road driving course in two weeks wasn’t entirely lost on me).
Unfortunately the new pergola didn’t stand up as well as I’d hoped. I was woken about 12:30 by the flapping and banging of something that sounded like it was going to be my problem. I say ‘about 12:30’ because the power was also off at the time.
Grabbing the only torch not accessed by the Grindlings, and hence the only working torch in the house, a loose sheet of pergola roofing was soon identified as the cause of the ruckus.
I stood in the rain with only my torch and an occasional flicker of lightning to assess the damage. One sheet of roofing had lifted from under the edging and was otherwise secure. So I summonsed my knowledge of safe work practices, assessed the risk, selected appropriate control measures, cast all of the above aside and decided to get my steel ladder and fix it myself.
I woke this morning, the power was on and all was calm. Only a felled tree or two on the Grinders route to work lingering as a reminder (There was no other debris on the road – I think it blew interstate). As if hung over, a slow realisation dawned - had I really been balancing on the top rung of a steel ladder in an electrical storm with 80 km/h winds and rain carrying a drill, torch, tech-screws, and bits, fighting with an untamed sheet of plastic?
The news tonight brought the reality of the situation home – about 3 km down the road, Grindling #2’s childcare centre was struck by lightning last night and 10km on the other side of the hill, another house was struck and burnt to the ground.
In contrast, tonightI ventured out for walk, it was clear, still and dry. Not that it has much to do with it, but every drongo who can afford a set mag wheels and a hotdog exhaust pipe is driving as if fuel is still 46.3 cpl with their friggin fog lights on blinding pedestrians.