We've recently taken to naming our bigger storms. I don't quite see the point, but perhaps it facilitates discourse to personalise these things. Last night a storm called Barney blew accross. There's something faintly amusing about a storm called Barney- Barney being such a genial, fat-faced sort of a name. Anyway it suited him. He made a bit of a noise and then was gone; something of a non-event, really. I was going to say he hadn't done any damage but then Ailz noticed that one of the ornamental trees in the front garden was leaning sideways.
P.S. Matthew says the tree has always leaned like that. Maybe. I'm not so sure.