Gail had promised me that we would be going for another hill walk. I had been hoping to bag my third Munro.
And now she's saying that maybe we'll just have a short outing to the nearby woods instead 'cos it's too windy.
What kind of a wimp is she? I mean, there's all my blog friends battening down the hatches in the Eastern USA, where they are experiencing a properly terrifying and dangerous hurricane, and my wings are being clipped in the face of some normal Scottish August weather.
Look, I've found the Met Office mountain forecast for our area for today. It's not that bad:
Can you see (you may have to biggify) it says "No risk of strong sunlight". So what are you worrying about then Gail? That pale freckly skin of yours won't be going all pink today will it?
Oh this is boring. Why isn't everyone an optimist like me?
To all my friends confined to barracks in the face of Irene, I totally empathise.
