The wind isn’t so much moaning mournfully tonight, it’s more howling like a Hebridean banshee. This a bit of a worry to me because both my garage and greenhouse are very old, rickety structures that have already suffered substantial damage from countless incidents of stormy weather down the decades. I’m out in the country and on a bit of a hill, you see, so I get the full force of whatever the tightly packed isobars want to deliver. What’s more, the house is also an old one and lacks modern benefits like sealed, double glazed windows and cavity walls, so it’s draughty and gets pretty cold when the wind blows hard.
Yes, I know there are lots of people worse off than me. And I admit there’s a certain charm about living in an old, draughty house - the crazed butler who skulks in the pantry and menaces silk-clad female callers, for one. Boris is a right bundle of laughs.
It’s just that the benefits are easily forgotten when some frightful fiend insists on screaming down the chimney for hours on end. And when I hear the sound of tinkling glass, as I just did. Tomorrow I will conduct an inspection.
2 comments:
Lovely. I hear gale winds are expected in your part of the world today, Jeff. Will they bring more friends? Light some candles and write more stories.. oh, right, I still have to visit your other place. Been so busy with lots of stuff. Take care!
Hello Della. I've missed you. Not sure what the wind brought with it. The sound of tinkling glass remains a mystery, as does the other odd sound I heard several times - like wind chimes. Wind chimes heard above a gale. Odd. I wonder whether there's a story in that.
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