November Storms

Goodness, it's filthy weather outside. The wind is howling and the rain lashing against the windows. It's so wild that the rain has driven under some of the roof tiles, which only ever happens in really vile weather.

I wouldn't mind this in the slightest on any ordinary day, but Kim is flying home from Oslo tonight and I'm worried. He should get into Heathrow at about 10.30 p.m. and he then has to drive all the way home. It's normally a three hour trip in good weather but the way things are tonight, I'm concerned. He will have been up since some sort of silly hour in the morning, especially as the time in Norway is an hour earlier than the UK and he thinks he'll be lucky to get home by 2 a.m. (and that was without the bad weather).

Meanwhile, the cats are curled up, one on my desk and the other in a squishy beside the desk. Occasionally an ear flicks or a sleepy eye opens and looks disapprovingly at the weather, but these two don't seem overly bothered by the storm; oh, to be a cat. I think I shall rouse the little dreamers by heading down to the kitchen - it's time for their dinner so I don't doubt I shall be popular.

After feeding the furries, I think I shall light a candle and send out a wish for Kim's safe homecoming. Have a good weekend and keep safe and dry.