Nine Feet Underground

Another night of interrupted sleep, but perhaps there's a glimmer of hope in that my head felt  slightly better. Instead, however, I was awoken by the early stirrings of Eunice. I have no plans to go out until this evening when, Eunice permitting, I should be on my way south after work. Work and Eunice dominate the day.  Around 10 a.m. Eunice really started to rage and by 11, or thereabouts, I found she'd moved the bench outside our house to the front door.  Given this was next to my car, I took the hint and dragged the bench into the garage. Around midday I noticed that the over the road had lost its fence and the brick posts that it was attached to.  Eunice is reaching peak anger. Sometime after lunch broadband went down, though so far the electricity has remained on, which I'm thankful for as I have washing on and drying in the drier. Yeah, I know, non-stop excitement here from dawn to dusk and beyond. I've spoken to BT who tell me there's a major outage in the a...