18th February, 2022.
For those of us in south eastern England?
Well … I’m imaging it’s windy where you are: if it’s anywhere like where I am.
Frankly?
We’re being gently caressed by Storm Eunice.
And, yes: I’m going for irony, when I say ‘gently.’
As I write, there’s quite a bit of wind, howling past my window.
Which is going to make lunch interesting.
I’ve got my nephew, Jude, over, today.
Ruth — his mother, my sister — has offered to fund lunch.
Going to the nearest shop, to buy it … ?
Is going to be fun.
~≈⛈≈~
Actually, talking of Jude … ?
He was over, yesterday.
And … ?
Well, don’t ask how many times we re-took the “But that’s not it,” bit!
~≈🏁≈~
