Here on the south coast we're recovering from the brief but brutal visit of Storm St Jude. Appropriately, St. Jude is the patron saint of lost causes and depression, and today is St Jude's day.
We seem to have escaped lightly..... we have a tree down in the garden, some hanging baskets are no longer hanging and a bit of the back end of the caravan blew off. Fortunately we found the missing piece halfway down the road. It's a bit cracked but PP is sure she can mend it.
Some of our neighbours weren't so lucky, as there are loads of fence panels down all around us. Thankfully, all of ours are still vertical.
So far there are three reports of loss of life.... a teenage boy was swept off Newhaven beach, a girl was killed by a tree falling on her mobile home, and a motorist was killed, also by a falling tree.
Tens of thousands of homes are without electricity, including my daughter's in East Anglia.
It's still squally outside, but the worst of the storm is now heading east out into the North Sea, towards Denmark and Germany.
So what's next I wonder.......