But do we panic? Hell, no, Rachel and I go out for a run in the spray, then I settle down for stove top omelette and hot chocolate before being invaded by cold, hungry MSc students.
Look what happened to my lovely, quiet Farland Point.
However, inside was quickly returned to domestic bliss (which was good, because I was spray soaked).
Nothing a Whittard's hot chocolate, and omelette and some blues can't cure.....