There were a bunch of shocked people standing in front of their wrecked community. The emergency services were doing well, and there had, mercifully, been no loss of life.
The fragrant reporter who had been wafted in to tell us they were in shock and share their pain was not asking how it felt ('great, moy ‘ouse is a pile of rooble') but actually posing some halfway-sensible questions for once. The council guy seemed refreshingly concerned. The government guy seemed equally concerned, but mainly about his suit, Specsavers no-rims (should have gone to a store that's not for people who sneer), bouffant, derriere and hence not saying anything (though not necessarily in that order).
Especially he did not seem to be saying anything that might actually commit to helping those who had just suffered a major disaster, which may or may not have been as a result of a bit of climate changing in an unexpected manner.
Is it just me, but if this was a Birmingham not in... (somewhere not the USA, but unlike them not expected to deal with its own mess), but good old Brum, just up the road in what I now learn the is UK equivalent of Tornado Alley (I thought I saw Helen Hunt in the pub), would we not already have a set of pearlies atop a pinstripe or bob atop a brooched scarf vowing to send aid?
There you go Emma; a short blog!
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