I've just got to laugh at this one. Me, I enjoy a good thunderstorm too: one of my favourite childhood memeories is watching a storm and seeing lighting strike not 50 yards from me... man, did I feel alive!
As to why I'm chuckling though. Well, I'm awaiting the return of my loved one from the Gatecrasher festival in Banbury, Oxfordshire, where she's been running her stall. Appartently there were thunderstorms there: to coin a phrase, it was "chucking" it down. Been there, done that and boy am I looking forward to getting my bedraggled baby back. equally glad I satyed at home though! There's nothing quite like having to look after a 20' square stall at a music festival during a thunderstorm...
OK, OK, I'm a smug bastard I know! She'll be back in about an hour now, ao I've got hot soup ready and waiting for her. Guess I'll have to draw a bath in a bit as well.
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Fear? I know not the meaning of the word. And you can keep that dictionary away from me!