I know, cool, eh? R's faffing around getting ready for a guest - well at least she's trying to, but not able to go her usual speed quite yet as the fallout from the monster-attack is still hurting her.
So you have got me again!
I don't mind the rain all that much, but I do mind when those wet drop fall inside the apartment.
I wasn't going to return to the dining room and get wet, so I stayed on their bed.
T eventually heard the splashing at 6.30am and got up and placed a bucket underneath the drip. (I asked him for breakfast seeing as he was up, but he wasn't playing.)
A couple of hours later, I was sitting by the window in the dining room, when a huge balloon-like thing fell from the ceiling and plopped into the bucket. R says it was the ceiling paint stretching to the size of a tennis ball, and then reaching it's limit and dropping, but I tell you, it was huuuge!
I thought the ceiling was falling down!
I was even more frightened when, a split second later, the toast R had put on popped up from the toaster - I thought the monsters were coming at me from all directions!
The landlord came and unblocked the drain on the roof which was full of leaves. The dripping stopped soon afterwards, and the apartment was rain free once more!
I went outside to play in the morning, but R kept me inside after my lunchtime siesta. (I do like a good nap in the early afternoon) I didn't mind staying in one bit to be honest with you. A little bit of wind is fun, it makes things move; but that level wind, well it was in a bad mood, that's for sure!
With gusts of nearly 60 miles per hour (92km) It blew down trees all over the area.
The tree outside my window was ending back and forth - sometimes it even disappeared from view it was blown that much! I got neck ache from watching it (for the second time that day!)
Well, it didn't go pitch dark, as R had lit some candles, but everything stopped humming and making noise. R had also charged laptops and phones, so they continued to watch DVD's and had torches on their phones, whilst we heard downstairs scramble for their candles. The moody wind had cut the power to 350,000 houses throughout Quebec - which was very mean of it - so we weren't alone.
Despite the candles, I knew something strange was up and was scared! I went and hid by my litter tray - there was no way I wanted to mislay that in the dark!