Windy, blustery Monday morning, with falling trees, flying debris, as someone who woke up to typhoons after typhoons in the Pearl of the Orient Seas, I've never seen wind that sweeping, clocking above 90 miles/hour, and we pushed a pram amid the wrath of nature. What were we thinking? We could have waited until the wind slowed down a bit rather than risk our sweet daughter in her stroller being swept by the tempest, the fury of the storm. The wind became still later in the next hour and we surveyed the broken branches of trees on the road. There was a few minutes delay in the Tube but at least we got to the destination in one piece. It would have been more prudent to have waited a bit longer indoors but certain order of things are followed to the letter and it doesn't allow reprieve, even with falling trees blocking tracks.
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