There’s something about a windy day that puts your whole body on edge. Lips are dry. Skin is parched. Hair is tangled. And every nerve-ending is standing to attention, scratched and bleeding every time the air rolls over the flesh.
Is it any wonder that the wind brings out the crazy in all of us? Kids get high on the breeze, whipped into a frenzy by the constant movement. Adults are brought low by the same thing, longing for a moment’s peace, every straw one step closer to the last one.
Even the Fibro is edgy tonight. The wires from the clothes line creak and bang against the house, like ghostly feet walking over the walls. The neighbours’ trees rustle and whisper to each other, dropping leaves and tiny branches on our roof, like small, unwelcome gifts.
Mr3 is coughing. Coughing, coughing, coughing. Whimpering.
He wakes. He asks for a cuddle. I’m happy to oblige.
Everybody needs a safe harbour in the wind.
I’m high on more than the wind today, having been chosen as one of Kidspot’s Top 50 Bloggers. The ‘real’ Allison is asking you to use my bright, shiny new button on the right-hand side of the page to vote for me. In other exciting news, I’m doing my first-ever guest post today – visit the lovely Lucy at Diminishing Lucy to see the Fibro on the move.