I'm rather hacked off because our home weather station anemometer stopped working a few days ago, after only having been working again for a couple of months since the last time it stopped working. It requires a reset, which is fine if you don't mind shinning up a ladder to get the whole shebang down from something like 30 foot up. Which neither OH or I can do.

The lovely chap who has re-done our bathroom helped us get it reset just before Christmas, after 5 months of no windspeed readings. When OH got back to the people he bought it from they told him it needs resetting again, just as before. Obviously, the last few days have made it too risky to be shinning up ladders so Glyn will sort it for us when things calm down again.

OH is too nice. If it was me, I'd be demanding a new weather station as it is not fit for purpose if you have to keep resetting the anemometer every couple of months. If it goes again, I think he will finally kick up a stink.

In the meantime, when I'd really like to know what the windspeed is, I'm left with nothing.

It hasn't been too bad here in the Midlands so far. Only now does the wind seem to be really picking up. OH and his bee-keeping friend Chris are hoping that their hives in the various out-apiaries come through unscathed. Chris said she'll be taking her binoculars when they go to have a look tomorrow as one of the sites is a bit muddy at the best of times. When they went a few days ago, the farmer offered to take them over in his 4WD, and even that managed to get bogged down, so it may just be a quick look from a distance, and hope all is well.

Still, one thing amuses us. My late Mother-in-Law was called Eunice. We wonder what she would have thought about having a storm bearing her name, and it being likely to be the worst one in 32 years.

Seen elsewhere.

I have been in many places, but I've never been in Cahoots.  Apparently, you can't go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.
I've also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.
I have, however, been in Sane. They don't have an airport; you have to be driven there.  I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, my colleagues, and my kids.
I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump,  and I'm not too much on physical activity anymore.
I have also been in Doubt.  That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.
I've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.
Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.
One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart! At my  age I need all the stimuli I can get!
I may have been in Continent, and I don't remember what country I was in. It's an age thing.

When I finally got around to getting a new passport, more than 3 decades down the line from the last one, they told me in the Post Office it would be at least 10 weeks or more before it arrived. That was back in October last year. In the end, it was with me within 4 weeks.

I do wish though that passport photos didn't always have to look so grim. 

I certainly would not object, Jack. I love the look on that cat's face. Very quizzical. Certainly looking forward to seeing one of Suzi, though.

Yup! 

~PUNdora

1971 - the year I got chicken pox.     Good job you weren't 'spotted' out of bounds.