I know we are in the middle of a right frickin blast of an angry storm. The MET office is in a panic and everyone is warned of death. Although the catastrophising is ridiculous, I am very aware of how traumatic this storm, and all other storms, are for those in the crosshairs. There is no diminish in that. It must be horribly real for many. I know this, am aware of this, as I walk beneath bonkers trees, swiping at the sky as in an attempt to slice the wind and, thus, to cut it down into bite size pieces. I notice the limbs agrounded, bits of what once was a whole, lying scattered and looking up at me as I stomp by through the mudfast track. I’m sorry, I whisper to them, as my yellow boots lift over each one.

The night noise is frightening. Punching fists of muscled wind at my glass, I start, awaken, freeze and imagine. Settling, slowly, I bring in the narrative. I am safe, I am warm, I have four stone walls around me and the dark is not a threat. I lie back on my pillows, sip water, listen. Well that’s an error of judgement, because the shriek of that damn banshee is punishing my window vents into submission, forcing their little openings into a desperate whistling breath, and it sounds me like a caust of ghouls on the wild. I stop listening.

So, and tell me this. How is it that my thought in all this melee of ghastly, not for me as yet, but for so many others, is ‘Will I wear dungarees tomorrow at our library meet?’ I have no answer to that, once I have clocked the inappropriateness (good lord what a wordy word) of my thought. But, I am guessing, that most of us, faced with the face-sure of what is happening, and what will happen more so, and again so,tor and so and so and so, will twist home to the familiar. All of us, UK wide are in the shit of this. But, is it shit? That wonders me. Many may say yes, and do nothing about it. Many may say yes and find ways to work with what is happening to us all. Some will be lost beyond the beyond of it all. Some will surprise. 

It is happening people. Meantime, I am going to our library meet in dungarees and with cake.