She drinks most of the brandy neat, before adding what's left to her tea - her nerves need the steadying effect. All she can think about is her mum and dad - mum will probably be too ill to move to shelter, and her dad... well, as the vicar, there's always the chance he won't look to his own safety first.

Silent tears roll down her cheeks as she sips her tea.

Almost silent, anyway. There's some sniffling.