Adolf and The Cook spent last evening waiting for the ranch sliders to implode. The last time they moved so much, lateraly that is, was during cyclone Bola.
At one stage, when the noise of the wind was akin to that of an aircraft jet engine, Adolf shouted "Eighty knots at least." Seems I was right. (Yes, it happens from time to time.) This morning we read of gusts at 150 kph.
Fortunately the glass withstood the pressure and the roof stayed on.
Not so lucky the residents of an Auckland apartment block. No doubt the architect this morning will be advising his Professional Indemnity insurer of a pending claim. Apparently the design of the roof created 'negative pressure' (that means 'lift' in aeronautical terms) and the roof was pulled off from above. Of course it was a cheap design.
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