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It's going to be a rocky ride! The howling wind broke the electric this morning. I had just got up and was sleepily indulging in some absolution in the bathroom, when the world was plunged into darkness. Some kind Being fixed the electric, giving me time to wash, dress, prettyfy, eat, drink, comfort the puddy-cats {there, there. It's just some nasty bluster, I declared, perhaps more to comfort myself than them} before the wind turned the lights out again as I was brushing my teeth. The electric was still broken when I left home, with the old world only giving way to the new upon reaching the High Street. Their electric wasn't broken. The wind nudged me along, house alarms bursting my eardrums and recyclables skittering past, laughing their merry way into hedges; it's blue bin day and the un-savvy folk stupidly put their bins out last night. It looks like some of the bins have been out partying all night {ooh, an aside - just seen my first tree casualty of the morning strewn across half a country lane}, fallen over, vomited, and simply slept where they fell. Naughty bins. These Flatlands of England are not the place to be when it's windy. The bus has been knocked about and buffeted from side to side. But we are halfway to the city now and we have not yet had a lorry topple on us, a tree fall on us, or a car slam into us. Life is good. Happy Day!