It seems that I'm the only one 'live' in this blogging community and the only one living through a storm of biblical magnitude.
I've just been up on the roof (Richard, don't tell Lynn) checking out a disturbing 'banging' noise in driving rain and cyclonic winds:
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| "Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!" King Lear, Act III, Scene II” |
I'm drenched and am now cooking dinner - early in case the electrickery goes off like what's befalling thousands of other Northlanders- and have poured myself a Scotch and soda (Glenmorangie 18 y.o). Dinner will be a small mince pie, potato and carrot mash and sauteed spinach and silverbeet. As I'll have the 'pie machine' out I'll also make a small peach pie for dessert.
I never satisfactorily located the source of the 'banging' noise but cleared some guttering and drains and think that maybe it's the post holding the shade sail banging against the wooden fence when big gusts come. I hope so. I don't fancy having to get up in the middle of the night to deal with something serious.
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I've just finished a 24 hour 2 year old child minding stint. Off to bed now. No storm will wake me! That's for damn sure!
Well done. You’re a good grandfather and a grand goodfather.
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