Cyclone Hamish

We went to Hamilton Island with most of the children and Mr and Mrs Watson. Arrived at the airport, had rented the most wonderful apartment, 4 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, marble for ever, our own pool, deck over looking the marina, just divine.
No one to meet us, where was the transport? Rang and they finally turned up. Were greeted with
"Youse 'll cack ya selves when ya see where youse goin"
We all piled into the golf buggies and travelled about one minute. End of the run way, turn left.
Did have a fabulous view of all in coming.
Bit panicked that a cyclone was approaching, all the shops were going to be closed, Hels and I hit the grocery store and sent Pad down to the grog shop to buy as much as he could. I could cook anything, but I didn't have my own still.
Cyclone Hamish was a fizzer, three leaves and a sick branch hit the floor.
They still didn't open the grog shop, wouldn't you be happier dead pissed, than dead sober?
So we had Fel and Sam on shop patrol, binoculars to check as soon as the store opened. We were down to one bottle of wine. Saw the blinds go up, sent the crew, all was well in the land of nod.
Mum did get stuck in the shower and yelled out "Help, help" She had managed to wedge herself in between the door and the door opening, no clue, Pad replied, "Don't worry Nanna, I'll be back on Thursday". "Thanks darling" was the reply, she didn't realise that it was it was Sunday. Jan to the rescue.