Storm and a Teacup

I once heard about someone who used to enjoy hearing the shipping forecast while snuggled up under the quilt. The knowledge of wild weather out there made the comfort of the warm bed all the more cosy!

But now, as I sit down to a cup of tea and look out of my wide window, I see a storm brewing. The chimney is rattling with hail stones and the clouds are thickening like treacle.

The resultant cosy feeling isn't working for me. The reason is I have a husband out on a motorbike, a son out rock climbing and a daughter on a long-distance drive.