dudley, Eunice and frog spawn

Thank you for all your sympathy. My back is better but not completely right yet. I have been working on my writing and I can feel it starting to ache again so I'll leave the computer when I've done this post.

Fortunately Husband arrived home - complete with silver tooth - before the delivery man arrived so that problem was resolved. I wonder if he will set off the alarm in airports should we ever fly again.

Here in Wales we are just in between two storms, Dudley and Eunice. I mean seriously, Dudley and Eunice? Do they sound threatening or do they sound like your granny's friends who used to give you sixpence?

Dudley was fine but the Met Office has issued a Red Warning for us tomorrow. Apparently that is very rare. So we are all panicking. All schools will be closed and now the buses have said they're not going to be running tomorrow. (I wonder what a bus sounds like. I hear it in a northern accent, 'Eeh, lad, we're not running tamorra.')

Back in 1987 the Great Storm caught everyone unaware. The weatherman on the BBC even said there wasn't going to be a storm. Then we had the worst one for years. We were living in Southampton at the time and a tree fell down right across the road in front of our house. And I slept through it. Anyway since then I think they've tended to be on the over-cautious side. 

Time will tell. If tomorrow I am reporting that our roof has blown off I will apologise for doubting them.

In other news we saw out first frog spawn of the year today. It is one of Husband's markers for the seasons. When my back is aching less remind me to tell you the story of the stolen frog spawn.