|When can we go back to France, I don't like this English weather|
I slept like a log last night and didn’t hear the howling wind or the rain beating against the windows. I was quite surprised to look out of the window this morning and see half the fences in the neighbourhood down. A large picture frame had been blown from someone’s bin and lay smashed to pieces in the courtyard. Elsewhere a ridge tile has been blown from a roof. We are certainly experiencing some wild weather at the moment.
I am experiencing a post Christmas/New Year hiatus. Paul has just made the last batch of mince pies. We have relatives visiting on Monday so I’m thinking about making another Whisky Dundee Cake. Kat goes back to base this afternoon but will be back here again at the weekend. Sarah is dreaming of sunshine and surf, she has another week with us. I am reduced to blogging about the weather.