It’s almost 12.30 a.m. and the wind is hitting the house , the banging and noises awful and I can’t sleep , the rain is lashing at the windows and I’m too scared to get out of bed and look out the window for fear of what damage to my garden , or worse I might see . For moments the howling wind seems to abate and keeps coming back with vengeance. Dustbins banging around and it’s recycling day tomorrow so all the empty bottles rolling around the street , I bet there are bags of rubbish flying too . I’m so hoping my expensive fencing panels and posts hold up , it cost me so much, less than a year ago , it’s funny how my fencing always ends up across the road , it’s maintained and painted every year and the best in the road , every other neighbours don’t give a care about theirs and theirs always stays up ,all riddled with age and holes yet mine gets dumped hundreds of feet away , or did , that was my old fencing , this lot cost a bomb . Please stay upright fencing , let the wind get some other person’s this time , not mine . Oh , oh , a huge bang , bet that’s my bin , if it’s the wine bottles at least my half dozen will mingle all into the other bottles rolling around and no one will be able to spot mine and how many bottles I’ve tried to hide . Blimey it’s noisy , how come my attached neighbours can sleep through this bombardment , jeez I’m blooming scared, clear off wind I hate you , you’ve been hitting my house for about 3 hours , your scaring me now . I’m having fearful thoughts about damage I may see in the morning , I’m too scared to get the insurance documents out of the bedroom drawers. Oh blimey, I can feel my bed shuddering as the wind hits , who would have thought this block of 6 houses could shudder , clear off and go hit someone else’s house .
I’ve got half a bottle of red wine down stairs calling to me , but can I be arsed to get out of my warm bed to get it , mmmm, maybe if I can’t sleep .
For a few moments it’s gone soft and quiet , yet my mind is on high alert and I don’t feel safe to try and sleep .
I am rambling away to myself but writing down my fearful thoughts cause I’m scared , I hate wind and storms , I don’t know how to fix things anymore or I should say I can’t as I don’t have the physical strength by myself and I have to pay workmen and sometimes I get ripped off , so bug…r off wind and damage the horrible blokes house , the one who dented my car door , go and sort his place out , I’m nicer than him
These are my manic ramblings as I sit upright in my bed , no one to talk to , so I thought someone on here might be doing the same
I hope when tomorrow comes , daylight, I peek through my curtains and my fencing is intact and my little house safe and snug and all is well , of course I hope the same for others too , but if it’s them rather than me I’ll feel relieved .
Shall I get that red wine or shall I try to sleep
Let’s see what the next hours bring
Night night , sleep tight ,be safe it’s a horrible storm
Bl…dy hell , I think that bang was another dustbin flying up the road