The Ghost of Storm Ciara.

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.