Wind

Wind is probably my least favourite kind of weather, and moreso when we’ve had what seems to be weeks of it. What’s normally an easy journey up and down the A1 on Friday was made a lot less pleasant by various obstacles in the way, ranging from lorries lying on their sides to bits of signage that had become detached and blown into the road.

To make matters worse, I arrived home to find that I’d spoken too soon about the shed standing up to the constant wind. Half the roof has detached itself and flown across the garden (narrowly missing the gas man, it turned out) and one of the windows has blown out and smashed into pieces. Luckily the turkeys who lived inside are long gone (very tasty they were too), so there’s no desperate rush to fix things.