Storm Darragh


 Leaving work, there was an ominous red sky in the morning view across the bay towards Trelawnyd ( far in the distance ) 

I replaced Bluebell’s windscreen wipers ( served by a snide workman from Halfords ) then drove to meet and old friend for brunch at Chester’s Grosvenor Garden centre which was a bit of a nightmare at times as it felt packed with focused grey hairs fighting for table space. We held our ground at a small table and had a lovely talk and an average fish and chip brunch.

Tonight I’m writing Christmas Cards 

Storm Darragh approaches



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  1. Here's hoping storm Darragh passes by without incident. You've reminded me to write my cards. With the postal service the way it is, I need to get them posted soon! Stay safe and warm. xx

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    1. It’s stormy already , the wind is loud and is already rattling the windows

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  2. Barbara Anne6:20 pm

    Off night shift and onward to meet a friend for brunch. I imagine you're just waking from an afternoon of much needed sleep. Hope you had leftovers for dinner or perhaps a meal in the slow cooker to greet you when you awoke.
    Hope Storm Darrah takes a turn and goes back out to sea.

    Hugs!

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    1. Funny no sleep. I tidied the cottage and hung battery fairy lights on the mantle and window

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    2. How festive!
      You'll certainly sleep well tonight.

      Hugs!

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  3. I hope we are all spared Storm Darragh's worst ravages.
    That's a lovely photo of your sunrise.

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  4. Hahahaha, yes, grey hairs do love lunching at garden centre restaurants! I speak from my own experience!

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  6. Perfect night to write Christmas cards.

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    1. Anonymous8:43 pm

      I’d have a large one ! But I drink Grey Goose with a twist

      Lee

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    2. Anonymous11:24 pm

      Of course you do Lee.

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  7. That garden centre cafe was average forty years ago!! Should have improved by now..but I'm glad you had a good talk.
    There was a similar sky, briefly, here...and Darragh is roaring and whistling around the house.

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  8. Hope you and your pets will all stay safe from the storm, John.

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  9. Jo in Auckland10:39 pm

    I hope you all come through storm Darragh, it's been one after the other in the UK at the moment it seems. Be safe and keep warm and dry. We have our fair share of tropical storms over here too usually in winter but not unheard of in summer due to the tropical nature of where NZ lies.

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  10. In the thick of the storm here! Mobiles have received red warnings. Sleeping with 75mph winds howling should be fun!

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  11. The wind was making you lean over even when you snapped that top picture.

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  12. High winds and rain are never good. Hopefully the storm does not do much damage.
    A brunch meet-up with a friend sounds enjoyable.

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  13. MarisAna5:40 am

    I know what you mean about garden centre cafes at times but at least you managed to have a good chat together.

    I hope everyone stays safe in the path of the storm. Especially those who are unable to avoid it.

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  14. We were thinking of you yesterday, the weather forecast didn't look too friendly for you in N Wales. I hope you still have a roof (and walls).

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  15. Anonymous7:19 am

    Have heard that Wales is getting a really bad battering from the storm. I hope that you and pets are safe and sound. Hugs from N.W. Italy ~ Ro xxx

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  16. I’m watching that storm. Hope it keeps a distance from you.

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  17. Anonymous10:56 am

    I hope you are safe.Yael ♥️

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  18. We grey hairs are good at staking out our space.

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  19. We've got Darragh here too, though I doubt she's as severe for us as she was/is for you.

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