Saturday March 1, 2008
The gales made it an uncertain night for sleeping until right into the small hours. At one point I woke to find Graham peering out into the night. He’d just been out to rescue a large red plastic bucket that’d been dancing around the back garden, partnering the wind in a jolly old ho-down.
Then, this morning, I woke to find that one of the fence panels had been blown down, shattering a plant pot and leaving a great gap between our house and our next door neighbour. Fortunately no other damage has been done and the panel looks easy enough to repair and refix. Leastways, Graham says it is. We’ll be off shortly to Wickes to pick up suitable nails and a length of timber.
I’m hoping our neighbour will offer to help Graham lift the panel back into place. It’s heavy, probably too much so for me to be much use.
Hey ho. Never did like panel fencing.
The weather men say the worst of the gales is past. That would be good, and I’d like it if they hold off now until we’ve moved. A great storm once in a while is not a bad thing, reminding us of the temporary nature of our hold on the planet; there’s no need to rub it in, though, and I shall be obliged to Ma Nature if she’ll take it easy on us for a while.