I ended up in sleeping possibly out of concern that the (single-wind) windows might blow in. At time i was woken up by the howling wind in the middle of the night. I slept through the bloody thing.
Woke up the next morning, opened the curtains and saw the broken branches up and down the road. I was not amused. I can also remember a deep sense of disorientation and dislocation and feeling sad about the trees and definately my one and only waja. I moved my car to avoid it getting damaged. slightly dent... Thankfully miraculously the car wasn't that major damaged.
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