The remnants of Cyclone Oswald are bringing us 40 knot winds, torrential rain and a tornado warning.
I’m not really sure how one is supposed to prepare for a tornado. We don’t have a cellar, and the house is constructed from light timber, corrugated metal and glass.
In the face of an incoming tornado, the only thing I can think of its to place your head between your legs and kiss your arse goodbye.
Here’s a moist noisy miner.
