Storm

Something is brewing... And just at that moment, when Aya has to leave the house for training, it starts pouring buckets and half the garden gets blown away. I stop the child, promise to drive her to the station. At the same time, there's chaos in the living room: the big tent has been ripped from its anchor and the large olive tree has also brought it down... Dad doesn't hesitate, retrieves the Neanderthal, strips down, and bravely jumps into the storm - catching the tent like a mammoth and re-anchoring it.

I zoom off with Aya, the neighborhood street is now bordered by a stream on both sides, the windshield wiper can't keep up. Creepy. Barely home, Nana and her friend are all dressed up at the garage door, equipped with a small children's umbrella, on their way to the sleepover party. Are you out of your minds?! You can't just go out like that 🤪?! So, it's another trip with the car. Then it's again a case for Dad: Our many needles from the sick tree are clogging the drains on the street. The water is rising a bit too fast. So, out of the clothes again and into the rain. Our female neighbors are surely glued to their windows 🤣.

So, everyone is safely taken care of. BUT where is Phiny? She always comes in during rain and storm?!?!

The storm settles down, our damages are limited (aside from Dad's wet bottom), the neighbors have torn the sunshade and demolished the parasol... And shortly after, Phiny shows up again - dry and not even particularly disturbed 😄👍