Here we go again.
It’s raining. But it’s the middle of December and rain is hardly a big surprise. Yes, it’s a fucking horrible day out there [and I have to go out in it yet] but there is no need to get anyone’s knickers in a twist.
It’s windy. Again, so what? I repeat – December. What do they want me to do about it? Am I supposed to stay all my trees in case they blow over? Am I supposed to take to the bunker? If trees are going to blow down then blow down they shall. There is fuck all I can do about it as I don’t know which trees will fall and all I can do is wait until the wind dies down to examine the damage. Basically, all “Status Orange” means is batten down your garden trampolines.
Anyway, I suppose I had better go out for the paper. I shall of course take precautions such as putting on a cap and coat, but I use my own intelligence to work out what to wear and not some breathless “Status”. I have seen wind and rain before and doubtless will see both in equally copious quantities again in the future. There again, I suppose the modern Snowflakes need someone to tell them what to wear in case they should venture out?
Incidentally – a little footnote.
There was a dead mouse beautifully laid out on the floor outside my bedroom door this morning.
Cat must have read my little brainfart yesterday.
Is she trying to prove her worth, or just apologising?