I am completely at the mercy of nature, stuck in my apartment, too scared to open the kitchen door to grab my pants off the washing line in case I break another load of glass. This wind is completely crazy. It began at about 4am with me being woken up by an eerie howl and a load of banging. I soon twigged that it wasn't a ghoul trying to get into my apartment , it was another dose of mediterranean wind. I stumbled out of bed, opened the door to the balcony and began taking my washing in in the dark - only the smalls remain there now. I tried to go back to bed but lay there worrying something would open and blow everywhere. A minute later it did. There are now fluffy seeds all over the floor of the lounge. After securing all doors and windows for a second time I finally went to bed sleep. Only when a change in pitch occurred did my cat nap cease and I again got up to check all of the potential wind-holes. While I was lying in my bed I could imagine the journey that the (inevitably) lost pair of pants might make around the citadel in Bastia. I could imagine them floating onto new balconies, mingling with other pieces of underwear and maybe even going in the Church and landing on the head of the black Jesus they found in the sea in 1400 and something....who knows.
There are sirens everywhere, it sounds like there is a monster trying to get out of the washing machine cupboard, then there is a silence and then another gust wraps itself around the three bare walls of the flat.
Should be an interesting day!
(Forgive the short post, my focus is more concerned with making sure that mother nature doesn't trash the flat again.)
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