Outside it is unspeakable, the wind howls, branches on trees groan, blooming bushes heavily sway. There's been a gale blowing for a day and a half now and the sun shines, it grins down at us.

Yesterday it blew relatively warm, if a gale can be warm; today it is cold, there's an icy feel to the wind; it rains gobs and the sun shines, it grins down at us.

Inside, helping with computer software skills, distracts me from the perverse weather of late May, while the sun outside shines and it continues to grin down at us.

Washing, ironing, searching for socks I find are not lost, thinking ahead to things not done; the open windows are slammed shut by the angry wind and the sun outside shines, it grins down at us.