I woke last night at five from a huuuuge bang that sounded like the end of the world. It was raining horribly outside, so I assumed that some lightning had struck very close. Befuddled, I got up and zombied into the bathroom, where two very spooked cats joined me to huddle with me, worried that we might get fried, drownded, or both.
Then, a second bang! And what do the wee beasties do?
Race into the kitchen and staaaaaare out of the window to see whether anything is happening there!
Then, a second bang! And what do the wee beasties do?
Race into the kitchen and staaaaaare out of the window to see whether anything is happening there!