seang

We get a bit desensitised to war, murder and various disasters. However in this time of merry making and joy we should spare a thought for those of us that have suffered beyond the normal boundries.
This is a real event and the author is a journalist with the Evening Standard

have the tissues ready

NickyC

Ahhh - terrible timing that tornado had - house getting blitzed just before House and Property came to photograph it .

Got to feel sorry for someone so shallow - where's the puke smilie?

iPom

I recommend a week in Sierra Leone... That'll sort her right out.

JackTheLad

She's a journalist you reckon? Most ambitious teenage english students could do better than her. She's just using a Thesaurus to seem smart. I mean really, were the contents of her house 'vomited' across the floor? How about 'blown'? Or 'shattered', or 'strewn' or 'smashed'. And I haven't even looked at a Thesaraus yet.

Oh yeah, and the constant reference to how bloody high quality all her furnishings were.

Job well done tornado

JTL

seang

The insurance companies have taken a recent slating, but he was sensitive and honourable. He said we could stay in a hotel. Adrian explained that there is only one hotel in London: Claridge's. Simon did not demur

NickyC

I liked the way all her neighbours had their occupations listed - there was 'film producer Julia', Adrian - private banker', 'Jamie, our musician neighbour', 'film-producer Juliet', 'geography teacher Vanessa', 'Chris Martin, an advertising producer'.

Guess she just wanted us to know she lives in a yuppie neighbourhood..

gobbyjock

Why does that make me feel bileous?? I know going through something like this must be terrible and normally I`d feel sympathy for someone losing precious memories and stuff but this woman leaves me completely cold - "Talking to various media" and wearing"cyclone chic clothes" all this woman is worried about is getting attention and being part of a drama. "The only hotel in London is Claridges" MY HAIRY SCOTTISH ARSE!!!!!

DagBoy

As I read that heart rending narrative I was glancing round at my period casement windows, surrounded (ensconced, framed, juxtaposed) as they are with reclaimed (pre-loved, restored) architrave and as I admired (appreciated, cherished, commended, lauded, respected, revered, treasured, valued, venerated) our near perfect decor (it is a passion of mine, you know) I really felt for the poor woman. I mean - being seen in Cipriani in borrowed clothes - how can she show her face in public again.

I wanted to rush next door to share the story with my neighbours, but none of them are bankers or musicians, so I do not talk to them. In fact, I do not even let our nanny talk to their nannies.

Cheers,

SnobBoy

PS - seriously - I nearly brought up my dinner. Almost to the bottom of the page before the hard-hearted, self-centred bitch could stop whinging about losing her poncy f***ing stainless steel and glass worktops for long enough to mention as an aside that her daughter's pet cat was probably dead.

steandleigh

busterboy

I only got through by skimming this...what a pretentious moo!

tiredwithtwins

me too ... looks like her laptop survived the tornado too.

sad that folks lost thier homes and belongings though ... even if they are slightly - errrr - eccentric about it doesnt exactly stir feelings of empathy does it???

Vash the Stampede

Hell's teeth, that makes my blood boil!