Gosh this could be a comedy sketch.
I looked out of the bedroom window yesterday morning, to note scattered pots, then I looked far right, to note the garden gate had been pushed open by the strong winds and the compost bin my father had only just given me was rolling in the drive-away, but that was not the part that made my mouth drop - our new greenhouse was gone. It wasn't an expensive one made from glass or plastic sheeting, but one of those cost effective walk in greenhouses. We thought it would serve us well until of course we could afford a real one. We even staked it into the ground and put some happy growing seedlings into it. Still the strong winds got it and uplifted it to who knows where.
I went out, still in my PJs to recover some of these things, only to discover that the compost bin that had been rolling about had escaped out of the garden gate. I looked outside to see if I could rescue it, but it was nowhere to be seen. I went to take a look closer at the seedling pots. I was disappointed to see my little tomato seedlings, courgette plants, broad beans, sunflowers - mostly gone...My growing antics are certainly being delayed by mother nature.
D shook his head in disbelief and asked a rhetorical question 'So how many times have we had our greenhouse damaged?'. 'Yes, more than five times'. See here of one example.
My mother has been teasing me all month, saying that I have brought the poor weather with me all the way from Scotland, I think there may be some truth in that now. One thing we were thankful for though, was that the weather in Scotland was a bit better at the weekend, as we would be worrying our heads about our unsold flat there and the roof tiles.
Oh and our phone line and Internet was down at the weekend too. Its fixed now.