Metropol

Bloody noisy outside.

At least it's only wind and not a man with a megaphone.

It woke me up last night, not because of the noise, but because I'd left my window open and it had blown a stack of magazines on my face.

Don't know if anyone else is the same, but I love being all cosy in bed with a crashingly loud thunderstorm or strong gusty winds.

Oh yes. I've been tucked up in my lovely warm cosy house all day while the weather did its thing outside. It done an amazing job of making my garden look tidier than it did before.


I love Thunderstorms, but, oddly they send me off into a blissfull slumber. I ask the other half to wake me if a storm kicks off so i can watch it. I apparently grumble, mutter thats nice dear, turn over and go back to sleep.