Anyhoo, I was out in
I had a hat on while we battled the elements (have you ever attempted to make notes on a piece of rain-spattered wind-torn A4 paper gamely pinned to a clipboard in a force 25 gale? It isn't easy) but despite this my ears were ringing when we regained the shelter of one of the classrooms (which felt absurdly hot and stuffy after being out in the hoolie), and in fact if I'm quiet now I can still hear the wind raging inside my own head. It's bit like picking up a shell at the beach and listening to the sea lapping inside it, only you can't put your head down and walk away from it for a few moments of peace.
When I got home it was to discover that
This won't be the last you'll hear from me on this subject (the naming of wind and rain I mean, not the broken heating, because hopefully Ian The Plumber is racing over on his metal steed to
Hope you're all well? Teddy has stopped itching! Yay!