– Wake periodically in the night to the sound of the wind rattling the house
– Rise in the morning to the sound of the rain now blattering against the windows. Check weather forecast repeatedly to see if possibly it is going to relent on the double dot rain and gusting wind. It doesn’t.
– Check phone periodically for any text cancelling the thing I really need to be at today, or end up letting people down. None arrives.
– At the appointed hour, review my rain protection. Don actually waterproof jacket. Don not-actually waterproof trousers. Round up all my gloves – a pair to get soaked on the way there and a pair to get soaked on the way back. Cram hat on head. Zip jacket up to chin.
– Step over developing puddle where the wind has squeezed the water under the door frame and go outside.
– Almost lose the battle of wills between me and the wind and the garage door, but prevail. Step cautiously into the garage in case the wind decides to make it ‘best of three’. Wheel out bike.
– Decide bike will not be standing up in this weather, kickstand or no, and lay it pre-emptively on its side.
– Realise bike has a slow puncture. Get out track stand and pump up tyre.
– Pick up track stand from where the wind has blown it over.
– Retrieve hat and gloves from where the wind has deposited them.
– Do battle with the garage door again.
– Set off into the teeth of the wind. Get buffeted into the hedge about 100 yards from our house.
– Contemplate the B-road ahead.
– Turn around and get blown back up the hill, with another near side trip into the ditch for good measure.
– Text and cancel my appointment.
I can’t decide if I’m getting sensible, or cowardly in my old age…