The sound of being warm and dry

Winnie the Pooh: Happy “Winds-day”, Piglet. – Piglet: [being blown away] Well… it isn’t… very happy… f-for me. – Winnie the Pooh: Where are you going, Piglet? – Piglet: That’s what I’m asking myself, where? [he is lifted into the air by a gust of wind] – A.A Milne. Winnie the Pooh and a blustery day.

During the last thirty six hours the U.K. has been hit by storms of torrential rain and frightening gales. Earlier today the wind speed was recorded just over the fields from me, and at a speed of over 60miles an hour. Not quite as bad as some parts, but for me, scary enough.

It brought to mind another blustery day, a day where I recorded my thoughts in a blog. The post was recorded on my now dormant site Facts and Fiction. Today seems an appropriate time to re-blog this post.

I’m snuggled under a deep and cosy quilt, in my warm and comfortable bed, and oh such a treat. The heavy and noisy rain propels itself against the window, and outside a blusterous wind is howling, but I am warm and dry.

I think of the folks out on the streets, rushing here and there, catching buses, trains and cabs. Umbrellas turning inside out and feet that are sodden and cold, but I am warm and dry.

I picture cars on narrow lanes with tyres sploshing through unexpected potholes, and angry mothers becoming soaking wet, with babies, pushchairs and children, all making their way to school. But I am warm and dry.

And oh so thankful for retirement!

(C) SueW-nansfarm.net 2018. Linked to the word-prompt Treat

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