Well, it turns out that the answer to the question “Who names these storms?” is “We do”. Apparently the Met Office names our storms, but based on recommendations from the public. And as well as Barbara, we can look forward to storms this winter called Doris, Fleur and Penelope. I suppose we should be grateful that there isn’t one called Windy McWindbottom, or something similar.
Anyway, Barbara came a knockin’ last night but didn’t delay Alex’s arrival, or a whole bunch of friends and colleagues who joined us for a few drinks. The teenagers were, of course, loud and messy, generously leaving their mark on the dining room carpet, the little cherubs. Apparently three of the girls managed to go to the loo together. Nothing unusual you might think. But in the toilet under the stairs? You can literally sit on the lav and brush your teeth in there. I’m not sure whether to be appalled or impressed.
It’s given me an idea for a new party game for Christmas Day. Might have to do it before lunch, though, especially with all those sprouts. “Right Grandma,jump up onto the cistern. We’re getting the dogs in now”.