I have a book of photographs of the aftermath.
Taken by a journalist who, the day after the storm, chartered a light aircraft and flew over the SE, snapping.
For my part, on the night, I awoke at 3am (that was normal - my partner and I ran a catering business at the time and that's when we got up) wondering why I couldn't see the digital alarm (No electricity).
I got up and drove from our home in Harrow to the baker who supplied us with our bread in Kingsbury.
It was like driving through a war zone. I've never before, or since seen so much debris on the street. Bits of tree, roof, car - you name it - it was all over the place.
All 27 (or however many it was) loaves had been baked before the power went off - but there was no power for the slicer - I took the loaves and rolls with me regardless.
I returned home to start preparing the day's wares. (Our home was equipped with power for back-up lighting)
We had the radio on. There was 'nothing' there.
At 5am the radio crackled into life with the announcement "This is diesel powered Radio One, I am sitting here by the light of one anglepoise lamp......"
That day we delivered to probably one third of our usual customers - the rest had simply not made it in to work - just as well as we weren't able to produce our normal volume of food on account of the loss of power.
Two blocks of flats adjacent to where we lived lost their roofs that night and were subsequently demolished