It had to happen. I’ve just clicked on to the news to see how Doris is progressing and the headline read 100mph gusts on Doris Day.
Now I love Doris Day movies. I grew up with Calamity Jane, Pillow Talk, Teachers Pet and the like. How dare they compare this genteel lady to the storm that is battering the UK?
We weren’t sure how badly we would be hit, but since around 5.30 I’ve been awake listening to the rain pelting against the boat and rocking with the wind in erratic tempo like a jack-in-the-box with a new spring.
Hubby made sure all our ropes were secure, so I wasn’t worried and was able to catnap.
Her ladyship spent the majority of the night on the bench, probably because it was too hot for her what with my power surges and all. With the rain powering down in icy sheets and the wind blowing a hoolie, it was a relief that whatever had disagreed with her was well over.
I need to make some new anti tapping devices as we are rattling well again. We still have a length of green water hose so can sleeve the zippers again.
I can compare Doris to Rachel, which hit us in January 2015, and then of course last year we had the tardy Imogen.
Oh well, arise ye boats!
Stay safe!
Thanks Ritu. We’re rocking well, but ropes are secure. It’s nice when the sun comes out!
It’s been a real mix of a day hasn’t it!