Doris the destroyer

I am not at all happy with Doris! She arrived without an invite, caused a lot of devastation and destruction and then left without even a “thank you for having me”. She was like an unwanted guest at a party who had a few too many Proseccos.

Doris is the name the Met office gave to the storm that whipped through the UK yesterday. The Met office decided to give names to those “storms that deem potentially able to have a substantial impact on the UK or Ireland”.

Is the intention to make the general public think that because the storms have a cute name they will whizz on by without so much as blowing a hair out-of-place? Therefore, stopping us from going into full-on ‘panic mode’?

Personally I think the cute names lull us into a false sense of security. Surely a storm with the same name as your Grandma or Great Aunt won’t be horrible and create havoc? They will just bring enough of a weather system to make us either stay indoors and snuggle up by the fire with a cup of tea, or to wrap up warm, go outside and fly a kite in the ‘playful’ winds?

But there was nothing playful or snuggly about Doris! She blustered into our little country, caused all sorts of chaos and destruction and then grabbed her passport and went off to poor unsuspecting Poland to do the exact same thing there. Batten down the hatches lovely Polish people!

bay-tree_1I am truly thankful that Doris didn’t do anything too serious to our property here in Suffolk. But I am angry that she knocked my lovely Bay tree over and smashed the pot to pieces, blew down a tree in the wood (log burner for you my friend), smashed a garden lantern and even decided to move Muffin’s house for him. (Muffin is our pet bunny who lives in a big and heavy hutch outside). And ‘she’ covered my car in so many leaves and twigs it looks as if it’s dressed in army camouflage fatigues!

This is basically the equivalent of her gate-crashing our party, drinking far too much, spilling red wine on the white sofa, treading food into the carpet and falling back into the TV whilst trying to dance to Gangnam style in the lounge!

Time to get your coat, and go home Doris.