Its going to get a bit breezy
Fat fluffy white flakes splat against the window and slowly slide down leaving a snail trail of water in their passing. The wind rattles anything that is loose, like a teenager with an ASBO and a hooded top, looking to destroy anything it can. Its going to get worse too - forecast to get to an 11 tomorrow. Now that sounds ok, but when you consider one step away is 12 - hurricane force wind, you get that sort of dry mouth that normally presents itself when you stand on the edge of a rather long drop. Hmmm.
Mum sent me a little parcel the other day - this is what i love about my mum, must have taken her ages :D
