What started as an exciting oddity – hailstones in Perth – quickly developed into disaster movie stuff.
Within 5 minutes our front lawn turned into a lake lapping into our house, the roof became Swiss cheese and water poured from light fittings, ceiling fans and cornices, and windows were smashed. Neighbours kindly brought in armloads of towels to help us mop up. I had images of Charlton Heston parting the Red Sea – where’s a staff when you need one?
Amazingly, the computers survived, and our bedroom stayed dry. Our cat bolted, but was later found in a neighbour’s house watching TV.