About midday, when the wind was gusting, Claire looked out the window and said, ‘I think the eucalyptus is going to fall down.’
‘You’re just being paranoid,’ I said. (We had another tree fall down in the storms just a few weeks ago.) ‘It’s perfectly all right.’ then I looked. And saw that it was not so much ‘perfectly all right’ as ‘perfectly at an angle of 45 degrees.’
And then it blew down. It was my favourite tree. It was beautiful. It was flipping big. And now most of it is on the neighbour’s shed. So tomorrow looks like a happy day spent with a chainsaw and a lot of sawdust. Still at least [Matt’s cartoon in the Telegraph->http://www.telegraph.co.uk/core/Matt/pMattTemplate.jhtml?pPage=/core/Matt/pcMatt.jhtml] cheered me up.