Blawin' a Wee Hoolie

Apparently (Thus spake the ever-reliable Met Office) today's winds are just the introduction for the real thing tomorrow. Ha ha!

At least I managed to yoga class. This afternoon we continue our confinement to barracks waiting for a joiner to come and tell us he whether and when he can adapt our kitchen space to give us the chance of a new cooker before christmas. Tether. End. Of.

The entertainment on offer is either the final episode of that Michael Palin scarey thing OR watching various bins & pots and bird tables jaunt past the patio windows!