How Ru spending the weather warning?

Me - reading mystical fiction and drinking lemon balm tea in my hooded dressing gown

looks like some wales and scorland bull shit

sooner or later tho we are gonna get a direct hit with one of these winter storms, that takes the 20m ash in our back garden down

Loving it. Am in warm armchair, finally killing off a long form written advice, looking out the window at trees swiping to and fro. Potatoes, apples, and brown bread  baking in the background.   

Pottered round London this morning then drove down to the country and had a nice bracing breezy walk with the dog.  Now doing a little admin before adjourning to watch Ski Sunday.

Hoping this flight takes off,  but contemplating the fact that if I’d jumped up in the airport I could have been blown back to Gatwick.

Also lamenting the lack of custard creams and bourbons in the lounge.  Is it too much to ask to hope that they keep the biscuit supplies topped up in these perilous times?