Dumb Dog Why are You Piddling Here?

Lewis is very frightened today. Strange things are going on outside...to say nothing of the strange things that are going on inside. In short, the wind is scaring the shit, or more accurately the piss out of my dog. He has pee'd repeatedly over the kitchen floor today and is currently hiding (either from the wind or me) upstairs in Ella's room. He is too scared to eat his tea and too scared to go outside.

What a big jessie.

In other news, Philip is currently trying to get the hell out of London. His flight was cancelled and whilst denying that they could possibly confirm this the lovely check-in girls advised him that he was unlikely to get a flight out tomorrow either. He phoned, bless him, in the middle of the witching hour when I was trying to get the kids out the bath. Here is a snippet of the conversation:

Philip: So, it looks like I'm stuck here for tonight. The girls at check-in reckon I won't get a flight tomorrow either. Not sure what to do really...
Moody Cow: WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT, I'M TRYING TO GET TWO BLOODY KIDS OUT THE BATH.
Phliip: Eh, yes (trying to pretend like he's not married to a psycho bitch from hell). Well there is a ten hour train journey. I could do that? What do you think?
Moody Cow: (thinking to herself - hell no, if it was me I'd find the nearest four star establishment, book a suite, order some room service and hunker down for the night.) WELL IF YOU CARED ANYTHING FOR YOUR WIFE AND KIDS WHICH YOU CLEARLY DON'T WHICH IS WHY YOU WENT TO LONDON IN THE FIRST PLACE YOU'D GET HOME EVEN IF YOU HAD TO WALK.
Philip: Ha ha, okay then (clearly walking away from crowded areas where people might hear his psychotic she-bitch of a wife).

Apparently the trains aren't running either.

He's currently looking in to bus times.