We’re locked indoors and prepared for the onslaught
of weather.
Storm Dennis, it is claimed, will be worse than Storm
Ciara, who tore through our garden last week like a hungry dog tearing through
a Twix wrapper. The strongest wind, and heaviest rain, should be tomorrow, but we’re
keeping out of harms way today anyway.
Imagine if Dennis and the coronavirus teamed up? One
of them a supposedly deadly virus, the other an unstoppable means of transport?
Mankind would be wiped out in one weekend, and maybe that would be a good
thing.
Anyway, on a less speculative and more positive
note, this evening we are having our postponed-from-yesterday Valentines Day time
together. A homemade Chinese meal, a bottle of fizzy pop (Philippa still isn’t drinking
while breastfeeding, and I want to be supportive for a change) and a Philippa-selected
movie.
That’s the plan, anyway. Being a negative soul, I am
anticipating a Dennis-caused power cut that ruins the food, and then Philippa
falling asleep early through son-induced tiredness. How romantic.
RC 15-2-20
1540 GMT
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