The weather forecasters (and I use this phrase in the loosest possible sense of the word) have been going into a frenzy about the arrival of the tail end and edges of Hurricane Bertha from America. Why we have to get the tail ends and edges of things from America I do not know, unless it is something to do with the great expanse of water called the Atlantic, which it could be but then I was never very good at Geography at school mostly because it was so BOOOORING and once I fell down a fairly steep chalky and nettley slope on a field trip to Boxley Quarries when I was 12 which was NO fun at all...but I digress...
...so the forecasters have been getting flashy with their charts and satellite doo-dahs and basically saying we are all going to disappear under a massive tidal wave and end up being blown to somewhere off the coast of Finland. I may be exaggerating somewhat on this point but then I tend to elaborate when I am bored of things. Like Geography.
But I am not totally adverse to the thrill a bit of extreme weather can bring. We had some pretty magnificent storms down our way a couple of weeks ago. And the Great Storm of '87 was exciting. So I was slightly interested in the imminent arrival of Hurricane Bertha (tail end and edges) and was looking forward to being confined to barracks today by lashing rain and gale force winds - the perfect excuse to indulge in a spot of sewing, radio listening and many a cup of tea and a calorie-free sniff of a chocolate Florentine.
Now I do realise that across the country many people may be experiencing high winds and slashing rain, the kind that bounces off the roads and causes a flood in a gutter in three seconds flat but here, in Kent, at just coming up to 10 of the clock (or Archers Omnibus time as I know it) we are experiencing less of Hurricane Bertha and more of Slightly Drafty Bert.
Bit of drizzle. Barely a ruffle of the chickens' feathers. Nothing to get excited about.
It might change. In a couple of hours I might regret this bloggy dismissal of the Hurricane. She may well yet arrive and cause a spot of havoc like my Auntie Pollie but don't tell Auntie Pollie I said that because she will smack my legs if she hears of my disrespect.
Anyway, The Archers are a-calling. I hope you are snug and safe wherever you are.