Today, is a day to catch our breath and be family. We have been juggling chaos for so many days. Today is a welcome rest. The wind thinks we need to catch an awful lot of breath as it is throwing 60 mile an hour gusts at our house. Fearsome and wild, I loathe these high winds and opted for a night on the sofa, last night, instead of in the room that feels all at sea.
It was a poorly Miss Puddleduck that woke me more times than the wind. She has been lying hot-headed on the sofa all day today, requesting calpol when I went to the shops. I came back to find that her Dad had dug some old DVDs out of the garage and all the family were watching Mary Poppins. I bought magazines and doughnuts for them all. Dad had said it was a magazine and doughnut sort of day – a rarity. Longshanks tried to persuade me to buy one for myself but I stopped by at the library and smuggled some Somerset Maugham out – rather that than a magazine any day!
Yesterday, a new load of wood was delivered. The fire is roaring. The wind draws it well.
I feel that this week has been a milestone of achievement and the reward of snuggly reading by the fire is very welcome. A quiet Saturday – only the wind is far from quiet. It is crazy. The conservatory roof is moving. The stable roof is moving. We had planned to fix it today, but that would be suicide. I found one of our recycling boxes wending its way down to town. We have no Internet again – thanks wind! If this uploads, it is because of my phone. Even so, I have found my phone has dubious connections. I discovered this one evening, this week, in London Town. It did not do all the things my package promised – in the nerve centre of our nation of all places. It gives me more fuel for my Luddite riots. Why do we need them anyway? Pah! Oh but, we do it would seem.
Any how, such trivialities are overshadowed today by the amazing lenticular clouds. They make the wind seem worth it. They are so spectacular.