Broken

Monday 
Wild over Sunday night with the gale blowing and woke to see next door's trampoline upside-down and across the other side of their garden. Our bird table had been blown over and broken, and our greenhouse had lost a few panes of glass.
Dennis drove over to Glasgow to look after Casper for the day. I stayed at home, still recovering from the sickness bug that I'd caught from Norah at the weekend.