Another bloody gale. As if sleep wasn't hard enough to obtain without nature's orchestra throwing a hurricane outside my bedroom window. What's causing all these storms - every night for a week now the wind has been raging. Why are those isobars in the Atlantic conspiring to cause such havoc. And then factor in a body thermostat so out of kilter (stress, age, drugs - prescribed of course) that I'm freezing when everyone else is roasting and burning up when the world shivers.
So for a week the nights have consisted of a cacophony of violent sound accompanied by me and the duvet playing the hokeycokey - you put your left arm in, your left arm out ..... your left foot in, your left foot out .....
Should be thankful we don't live in Cockermouth though - two hundred rescued from severe flooding overnight. Poor things. I remember the night our village flooded, several years ago now, and it was absolutely terrifying. To see roads turned into rivers within a few minutes, and people living in the area frantically trying to plug gaps in doorways and windows with sandbags, and then admit defeat and try to salvage anything they could. Nature can be unpredictable and cruel sometimes.
Bad day. Just want to cry. Know my neighbour had been ill for sometime but her passing has been a trigger for outpouring of pent up grief. The weather is an appropriate mirror for my emotions, swirling around all over the place picking up debris and dumping it somewhere else.
Desperately pray C is OK. Lots of love to him.
The moon last night was a beautiful sliver of pale pink silk so dutifully grabbed silver coin and made my new lunar wish. Hope it proves to be lucky and comes true.
Not heard from H and R on her way home later. Lots of love to them.
Please keep my children safe Lord.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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