Forty seconds of Mother Nature at her best was the most action our bedroom has ever seen. Rolling earth coupled with thunderous destruction. Chimney bricks that had once stood strong had deserted their post, escaped to the safety of the driveway. Bookcases, wardrobes, paintings and glassware all followed orders and hit the deck. Huddled in the doorway with sleeping newborn in arms, braced and confused, we wait. Welcomed silence. From the kitchen the aroma of spices mixed with oils and sauces wafted through the darkness. “This mess is too big without light” said Dad, “Back to Bed”.