under another sun

The satellite dish clumping about on the roof like a wounded pterodactyl overnight. When we woke up this morning, we realised our roof was ominously quiet. I mooched out into the garden, to check things like the glasshouse, and saw the dish had blown clean off. Lorraine used the street WhatsApp and contacted Joy and Jim on one side, and David on the other to see if had landed anywhere. I checked long unmetalled service road behind the houses, but there was nothing. It had all gone a bit Clarke Gable, and was gone with the wind. Meanwhile I learned later that Richard and Jane's home had been flooded from the apartment upstairs, and he sent pictures of a deep pool outside the front door. Luckily the insurers are paying for them to live elsewhere, in a luxury holiday apartment.  Talking of lost things, rather pleased this morning hopping on the scales to see I had lost another 2kg. Since I have started this Zoe thing, thanks to Lorraine, slowly and steadily I have shed about 8kg (17lb...

Lying in bed typing this at ten to midnight listening to Storm Ciarán with very high winds. Looked out at our palm trees seething in the wind. It is already hitting Guernsey with winds of 95mph, and the intensity is coming this way. We are due 85 mph winds in the early hours. There is a satellite dish on the roof which is crashing about and has come loose, but there is nothing to be done about it now. I wonder what damage it is doing, and if it will remain attached. Quite something to be so close to the coast with nothing much between us and the elements. Absolutely wild outside -- possibly the worst storm since the '87 hurricane, and it's going to get worse before it gets better. In other news, I woke up at seven and was writing by seven thirty. Polished the poem of yesterday into something rather good I think, did the blurb for the new episode and received an email from Steve Foote of Blue Ormer in Guernsey, after I sent him a note yesterday about organising my Guernsey poems...