La tomatina

Super Typhoon Megi was billed in Hong Kong as the storm of the century. The newspapers were comparing its predicted strength to Hurricane Katrina, and officials were debating whether to evacuate the seafront or not. As for the rest of Hong Kong, we crossed our fingers for Megi to continue on her path, as it would probably mean at least a Typhoon signal no 8, which would mean that people could stay at home instead of going to the office.

Typhoon watching is a national sport for office workers in Hong Kong. As soon as the slightest whiff of a storm in felt, everyone's logged on to the Observatory's website, tracking the progress of what could be their "stay-at-home free" card. We all turn in to armchair meteorologists, with a "no, it's too late in the season for a typhoon" here and a "it's rather sunny for a typhoon signal 3, must mean that it's going to hit hard" there. In the case of Megi, we were all fooled. But no-one could say that Krusty and I were not ready...

Krusty, ever since I met him, has had a weird need to have a stash of provisions in the house, "just in case of catastrophe" - if the world is to come to an end, Krusty wants to make sure we have enough cans of soup and packets of hula hoops to see us through the dark times.

So of course, when we heard that Hong Kong was about to be attacked by the biggest typhoon it had seen in 20 years, Krusty asked me to stock up. I obliged, marvelling at how easy online shopping had made my life with bub. I could fill the shelter's shelves without lifting much more than a few fingers.

But then the shopping arrived. Krusty was excitedly unpacking, anxious to see what I had ordered.

From the first box, he extracted three boxes of dishwasher tablets. Even in times of crisis, I am not washing those dishes myself. He dipped his hand in again, coming out this time with three boxes of washing powder, and some washing up liquid. "Were you scared that dirt would be our biggest problem?" he asked. Hey, you can't neglect hygiene just because civilisation has come to an end.

He opened the second box, excited to hear the clanking of conserves. He pulled out three cans of diced tomatoes and three cans of tomato soup. "We're going to be OK for tomatoes then!" he joked, laughing as he found another tin of tomato paste to go with the shopping so far.

And in the third box, he discovered why online shopping is only efficient if you are not trying to entertain a small child while you do it - in there Krusty found, for some reason, 18 bell peppers and... SIX packets of tomatoes.

And that was it. That was the entirety of my crisis shelter shop.

I'll concentrate next time. Although the chilli-tomato jam that has come of this typhoon weekend has been more than a little successful. In fact I've finished the tomatoes. Maybe I need to order some more...