7C, strong wind, heavy rain.
The flue is knocking, this storm is so strong that the flue lifts with the strongest gusts. Hope it doesn’t keep me awake- my bedroom is in the room above.
What a remarkable winter- one storm after another, with two day intervals. It’s worst in the south we’re told.
Days like this I drive to work, although I don’t feel well either. So, bed by 8.30 pm.
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