Interesting. We "don't get tornadoes" here in Oz, but when I was living briefly in Brisbane some decades ago I thought I heard a train bearing down on the house one arvo. Looked out the front door and saw a wall of whirling debris coming down the street.
Bit of a shock that! But, taking my cue from cyclone hurricane strategy, I retreated to the smallest room in the house the loo, of course and waited. Things got a bit noisier and through the small window I could see sheets of iron peeling off the roof of the house next door -- so I buttumed we were losing ours too. There was a rather large "thump" and the sounds of glbutt breaking; and then the non-tornado was past, cutting a narrow swathe of severe damage across a number of suburbs.
As it turned out, we didn't suffer any serious structural damage to our house. A small Grevillea tree in the front yard was twisted off its stump, which ended up looking like a three-foot long corkscrew; and a pine tree on the boundary tried to come in through the bedroom window, but that was about it as far as we were concerned.
Polski, Polski! Look What I FoundThe Hub drove by a new deli near his office last week and we got over there today. It is a Polish deli. It is filled with all sorts of...
Clearly not up to the standard you Yanks enjoy (or else our houses are a damn sight better built :) but I'll be happy if I never experience another like it. (Long back in cyclone territory now anyway.)
Cheers, Phred.
--
