You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife, even one of those battered old knives with cracked, brown wooden handles they gave you in The Pie Shop when you collected your pie and mash or whatever.
I don't know if it's possible to express dismay and relief at one and the same time but if it is, I just did. He'd demanded two-hundred! last time it had been fifteen-hundred and I'd struggled.
The remaining leaves on the trees disappeared overnight...as leaves always do in late Autumn, particularly when driven by the ferocity of the wind and rain of the night before.