My armchair was so comfortable. I fetched an extra throw and curled up as I listened to the storm raging overhead and felt grateful that I didn't need to go out again.
But from somewhere in the house I could hear a slow, ghostly drumbeat. Eerie. It needed investigation. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen so being a brave woman I went through and waited for whatever apparition would come. The drumbeats ceased.
I returned to my sitting room and relaxed but a few minutes later there it was again. Drum. Drum. Drum. My nerves were now on edge. But I steeled myself. I'm stronger than whatever "it" was. Back to the kitchen and my lonely watch.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when again the drumbeat came. Something had a cheek in doing its ghostly thing while I was there.
But when the next beat came I had to giggle. Water was coming in over a window and dripping on to the lid of a Tupperware box.
Which may or may not explain why the electrics again failed yesterday. But it is my explanation for the G & T I then consumed.