Trumpet blowing

A bit of a scare with an urgent summons to hosp after visit to dentist's. After a tense wait it turns out it was cheek biting rather than mouth cancer. A newly qualified dentist being careful but it put the geewillickers on me and The Principal for a day.

Meanwhile the onions are safely inside as gales approach. The rain has turned out to be pitiful. And the sweet corn is trussed like a tree surgeon up a gum tree (to mix my metaphors).

Sun returning after the weekend.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout.