Day One Hundred and Fifty One - Waiting

I feel like I’ve spent the whole day waiting for the storms that have yet to arrive. I’ve charged up all my devices and removed as many plugs as possible. But still I wait. I went out early walking. And I was in the middle of picking some blackberries when I felt some rain. I was fearful that the storm was imminent so I tried to get back home as quickly as possible. It didn’t materialise!

I keep checking the lightning radar and there were some storms north of here in a town called Chelmsford which is about half an hour away. And I saw storms massing around Calais which you think would head this way. They’ve certainly hit the south coast. I checked my weather apps to which keep changing the percentage likelihood of rain and thunder and the times at which they will occur. I can’t see myself getting much sleep tonight. I have been known to get up and get dressed in the middle of the night when it’s a particularly bad storm in case I have to quickly get out of the house.

I’m starting to think that maybe writing this daily blog is not so relevant now as it was. I’m very repetitive. I’m wondering if maybe I should do it once a week now? Or if something significant and spectacular happens. But being in lockdown is by its very nature an uneventful and repetitive time. And my head is not in a good place so I’m aware of being a little bit negative. I’ll think about it. Thank you to those faithful readers. You know who you are. 😘