'Why didn't you tell me a tree had fallen over?' Husband asked.
'I didn't know it had. Which one?'
'The one outside this window (the study).'
It's fallen down over into next door's garden. A tree right outside our bedroom window.
I did this before. In the great storms of 1987, when we lived in Southampton, I slept through a tree falling down across the road outside our house (again in front of our bedroom). Husband was away at the time so I was on my own; I was amazed when I got up in the morning to see this huge tree lying there.
'How could you sleep through it?' people asked. I shrugged.
A friend stayed here on Wednesday night. When we got up in the morning I asked how she slept.
'Not very well,' she said. 'Did you hear the storm?'
One thing I'm good at is sleeping.