Already the sky looks threatening.
I smiled when I saw that the storm had been christened 'Ciara' - isn't it silly to give storms a name? (or is it just me?) I had been reading the word as 'Clara' and smiling as I remembered that when I was a child there was a girl in my class called Clara Harrison. She had a brother, Harry, and he once threw a blackboard - slate - and it hit and cracked my cheekbone. What a furore it all caused and really the poor boy hadnt been aiming in my direction. As I remember it he was a quiet, innocuous