There’s a bit of a wind today.
It’s also raining.
Since the weekend we have had lots of items in the news and in the papers about the terrible “Storm Agnes” that is about to pound the country into a mass of misery and destruction . This storm was something to be feared. We have had constant messages about yellow alerts for various counties. In fact they are doubling up and issuing separate alerts for wind and for rain.
Then they stepped it up a bit and started issuing orange alerts for some counties. I awoke this morning to find that Wicklow is included amongst the counties with a dreaded orange alert. I am to be afraid. I am to be very afraid.
It’s a storm. That’s all. We have them every year for as long as I can remember. In the past they didn’t have names and that concept would have been laughable. But now we live in an era of fear. We must be afraid of the weather. We must be afraid of a virus. We must be afraid of the very air we breathe and the water we drink. Nothing is safe.
I appreciate that some people may loose their power supply. Inconvenient but not life threatening. Unless of course your in an iron lung. Do they still have iron lungs?
Trees will probably fall. That’s just nature. The wind has been blowing and trees have been falling since the dawn of time. At least now we have power tools to repair any damage or obstruction.
I have to go out later at the height of the Orange Alert. The dog has an appointment with the vet and I have to collect the crate load of monthly pills and potions from the pharmacy for us humans. I’m not supposed to drive during an Orange Alert. I’m supposed to cower in fear with my blankets pulled over my head. I’m supposed to be a quivering mass of nerves in case Agnes comes after me.
I shall wear a hat in case it’s still raining.
I shall use the chin-strap on my hat in case it’s still windy.
Life must go on.