Finding Wilson

Whining winds shake windows.

Rain. Warm bed, book, cuppa

A short fantasy

The fantasy of crawling back into bed to read on the stormy morning ended when I plugged in the kettle for the cuppa. It didn't come on.

Rick appeared in the kitchen. "I think we've blown a fuse."

The whole house was without electricity.

Rick picked up the landline to call Joe, the electrician. Dead.

We did have bars on the mobile.

"What's the area code?" he asked.

I couldn't remember it. "Look at Wikipedia."

No electricity, no modem, no internet, no Wikipedia...but we didn't need the code (353).

Joe did some checking and called back to say it was our part of Westport that was out.

"Let's go to the beach." The dog did need walking and the rain had stopped.

The beach was much shorter than usual with the waves crashing. We had no way to measure how high, but high. The rocks sheltered us from the wind which we learned later had gusted up to 105K per hour. 

Then we saw Wilson bouncing in the water. The waves carried him to shore where we retrieved him and used him for a short football game with Rooby. 

It was much too cold to stay as long as usual. Rick, Rooby, Wilson and I got back into the car.

By the time we reached home the lights were back on. A bit late for my original fantasy morning idea, but made the day even more memorable. 

Rick has a duelling blog plus video click here.