It's early on the morning of Sunday September 22nd, and The Belated Birthday Girl and I are facing ALMOST CERTAIN WATERY DEATH.
Okay, I'm actually writing this exactly eight months later, so this is the point where the whole present tense literary device breaks down. But at the time, it's all very worrying indeed.
Typhoon Usagi, the largest storm to hit Hong Kong in 34 years, is expected to reach us here by the end of the day. We watch the local news for updates, and catch an interview with a female American tourist who's going down to the coast to watch Usagi coming in, because she thinks it sounds really cool. This is the point at which The BBG and I realise that we have to do whatever we can to survive this, because we don't want to look as bloody stupid as that tourist does. It's not so much a question of saving our skins, more protecting ourselves from post-mortem embarrassment. If that's a very British reaction to a natural disaster, then so be it.