So there I was was merrily tweaking a few grammatical details in that last post yesterday. To put y'all in the picture, just above my head, from where I sit and tap out these stream-of-consciousness musings, is a skylight. My window to the heavens. A simple old school architectural feature that's been up there for over a century.
Nary a moment after I pressed the appropriate button to hurl my post into cyberspace, those gale-force winds I mentioned came along and ripped the skylight right off the roof - to a location I know not where.
Seriously. As simple as that. I went down into the local streets to look for the missing roof-piece, checking that it hadn't killed anyone or worse still, landed on a car. Nothing. Maybe it'll turn up on the evening news at some point later in the week.
I had to patch up the hole myself using cardboard, duct-tape and bin liners, lashed together up a ladder in extreme weather conditions...and Chéz Sonique is really high up. Like a more fon-kay version of Castle Dracula. I just hope my humble efforts can withstand the torrential rain that's been forecast for these parts tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.
For now, my God a-fearin' o-meter has just been cranked up to 9, out of a possible 10.