Finally, Northern Ireland seems to have thawed out, defrosted and (slightly) warmed up. It was a balmy 7oC last night as we left for the rugby.
However, the big freeze has been replaced by the big wind. The Dolly was literally blown off her feet at Ravenhill last night, saved only by being anchored down by myself and her big cousin.
And whilst sleep was evasive last night due to rattling doors and wind lashing the windows, this morning we woke to see a tree down in the back garden. Well, let's look at the bright side, at least if we run out of oil, we can burn a fire now!
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Yeah, a shocking wind last night- the wind whistles through either our windows or our roof, and it sounds like a wailing banshee. We call it the choir, and it was in full voice last night. Ages to get to sleep... Not as much tonight thankfully. Now you just need to chop up the tree into logs!
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