Battoning down the hatches for the storm tomorrow (Sunday) night.
Nowhere near as ferocious as storms in other parts of the Cellar, but predictions suggest damage, localised flooding etc.
I'll be okay tomorrow morning (esp after an extra hour in bed, clocks go back, yay!) but Monday morning I'll be leaving the house while it is still stormy, at 06.00.
And to think Mum wanted me to give Abigail my waterproof jacket to protect the twins if it was rainy?! Errr, no - she is going to Great Yarmouth on holiday in October. She has 2 18 month olds, not me. And her partner, parents and brother will be there. I willl be walking to and from work, you know, in my customer facing job. I have suitable clothes. For me.
It's not a competition for affection. But I think I'm the more deserving anyway. So I win. I keep my cagoul and showed Mum how to get some off Amazon, she was made up.
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