Wind

It's been blowing a gale here, folks.
Serious wind.
And it's changed our night life for the past few days.
Our bedroom is the attic of this old house. It's got three big windows carved into the roof.
It's our favorite room in the flat. It's what convinced us to rent the place. The room is big and flooded with light from the three windows.
I love having the windows open up there, and since it's generally the warmest place in the house, at the top there, that's not a problem. The windows are new and wooden and swivel all the way around, so they're easy to keep clean (gotta have clean windows here).
Out of the biggest of the three, while we're lying in bed, we watch the planes flying in and out of Heathrow -- and just the sky, really, which usually has quite a show going on here.
Out another, you see the gabled tops of the identical row of old houses across the street. And from the third, the back line of a row of brick houses from above, with their neat back gardens -- all tidy, symmetrical and equal.
When it rains, the rain plops right on top of the windows, right above you somehow. So you always know when it's raining if you're up there.
I like to have one particular window open at night.
But lately, it's just been too windy.
For the first time since we got here.
Blowing a gale.
The wind has been rattling the door of our bedroom, which one night, woke us up all night long until finally, we figured out we had to shut ourselves in to make it stop.
It also jars the two little trap-like doors to the loft, a big storage area, another reason we thought this flat wasn't too bad when we rented it.
I can feel the wind dropping now, after several days.
Good.
We can have the window open tonight.