Lying in bed on Saturday morning, listening to the wind howl outside as it had done all night long, Mrs FF and I were laughing about the fact that we had managed to sleep through the "Fish" hurricane of '87 when we lived "dahn sarf", despite the fact that during the night, a ruddy great tree had come down in the garden narrowly missing the house.
Got up to make the coffee, drew back the curtains and stood for a few minutes trying to work out why the 30ft fir tree in the garden had adopted a horizontal attitude on top of two cars on the drive ...
And again, we'd slept through the whole thing !
One up for the weatherman, eh Mono ?
And spare a thought for those poor sods in Carlisle ...
FF
