I was only 7 when the last big storm hit the South East. I crapped my pants as I sat on the sofa with my mum. It was a really nice time to be honest, there was no power and my mum boiled a saucepan of water on the stove under candle light to make me and my sister a nice cup of tea at 3am.
There was a real sense of community back then, all the dads were out pulling together to help each other get things tied down. Now I'm the dad so if its as bad as they are leading us to believe I will be seeing this storm through different eyes and I will know what my kids will be feeling.
I'm going to wait up for it and go outside as long as things are not flying about!