Torrential rain all morning. The DP had to go out in it and check the gully that the council are supposed to clear and havent done since before 2016. I checked my emails.... and another one sent. This means our garage floods and our house nearly floods and would not if the gully which drains into the field had been kept clear.
The wind, I guess it must be the tail end of the hurricane from somewhere, meant I struggled to get of the car on the Prom without the car door bashing me. Got to the railings. Then back to the car.
Note the ruffled wind blown feathers on the nearest Oystercatcher!
My facial bruises are fading, though I think I will have a scar over the eyebrow. Scarface Jill. Ha.
Big day tomorrow. DP is 71, Grandson Theo's birthday too and our new Grandson will appear.
Tonight we had a sunset.
At the front of the house the moon rose.