I spoke too soon!

12.30, there was a roaring gust, the office lights dipped but stayed on. Phew that was close I thought. At 12.35 I was telling MrsDB about our close shave when there were two bangs, like big gun shots and two heavy Victorian ridge tiles landed on the roof, skidded down the tiles and thudded on the garden outside the window. “Aw drat”, I muttered.