A humdinger of a storm last night. The first sign was a flash, I thought at first it was a firework but as soon as it forked across the sky the thunder clapped. It was right overhead and so loud the cats scurried under the sofas. And then on it raged for a couple of hours, cracking and crashing and growling and it made me realise, the noise was nothing compared to what must have been taken for normal during the wars we have just commemorated. And yet here is the paradox; I was inside looking out, safe and secure, warm by the fire I had put on earlier, strumming guitars and a mandolin and able to let it wash all over me. And later, while it still crashed on, I had a shower finished off with some sweet smelling avocado cream, climbed into clean sheets and read until sleep enveloped itself around me. How lucky am I? I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form, come in she said, I'll give you shelter from the storm...
