TURBULENT TIMES...AGAIN.

Once again the weather forecast is a mass of dangerous looking isobars and large expanses of blue to indicate that yet more torrential rain is on the way. We have lost several fence panels, indeed the fence at the top of the garden has given up the ghost completely, so much so that our neighbour(a miserable old so and so) has been complaining about it.

Oh not to us to be sure, but to just about everyone in the village, by way of the corner shop!

It would be useless to tell the old bugger that we are in the process of getting it fixed but we are told that until the wind drops it would be useless to attempt the job.

I also need to have some overgrown shrubs and trees cut back but this too has had to wait for the same reason, mind you, if the wind over the weekend is as fierce as we are told it will be there may be no need for help from either tree surgeon of gardener!

At present the house is being lashed by heavy rain and strong winds as usual, our cats steadfastly refuse to leave the house and any outside chores have to be done at the dash between squalls, I doubt if there is an intact dustbin in the entire village!

Trapped indoors due to the weather and ill health I can almost sympathise with the poor chap who has spent an age mewed up in the Bolivian Embassy…..almost.

My son, who is to begin another novel tomorrow has been attempting to take a long walk for days, so far all he has managed is a brisk trot up the lane and a dash around the church yard, we are all becoming stir crazy.

Indoors we are very snug and cost yet we all long for some fresh air of the kind that does not drench to the skin anyone foolhardy enough to venture forth. Late this afternoon I opened my window for a breath of air and the catch was snapped off by a great gust of wind,, a blast of cold air scattered the papers on my desk and the cat Twiggy, who had been sleeping peacefully on my bed, shot off in high dudgeon and was not seen again for hours.

When we first came to live here she discovered, on the first day a hiding place so perfect that we have yet to discover it's whereabouts. The house if full of odd crannies and peculiar wall cavities, and the wardrobe in the hobby room, which is too vast to move is so massive that for all I know our cat could be spending her afternoons in Narnia!

Lucky cat, at leas she is getting out of the house for a time, if so.