成人快手

I have no idea what wuthering is. But doesn`t it just sound like a wild weather word?
If it means being outdoors in a gale, sandblasted and hail pelted, stumbling backwards trying to keep upright by holding your arms out wide for balance thus looking like a tightrope walker that mislaid their rope..then that`s just the perfect word.
It`s probably a weird English word though, something romantic meaning..um...moody skies and soft balmy winds..kinda thing...
No doubt someone will be able to tell me *grins* cos, yes, am too lazy to look it up today! *pokes out tongue*

Today is an indoor day, the umpteenth day of gale force winds, of stormy weather and the occasional splattering of sleet and hail that is so hard, when it pelts the windows you couldn`t hear a town crier yell, indoors.
I went out to get my cat in..you know how cats are, they train you to do their bidding soon as you `own` them...
so she goes out to do her business but because we have no catflap (can you imagine the wind getting in that!) she then goes round to the livingroom window and sits there, giving me `the glare`..you know the one...it`s surely meant to be hypnotic...it`s multi functional, doing double duty for the orders to `feed me NOW`..but this one means `fetch me in NOW`...so off yours truly goes, at risk of life and limb, out into the freezing cold..and you KNOW that because you`re only going to be a peedie blink you never put your coat on....and I slip my way through the mud the ducks have dragged onto the path to the door, go round the corner of the house to pick up said cat...and get blown flat on me ar..um...behind....*blushes*
And does the cat show the slightest bit of concern? Does she jump down off the windowsill to come see if her owner is injured or dead?
Oh hell, no!
She sits there, I am sure, sniggering quietly, waiting patiently in the gale for me to get creakingly, groaningly up, and go pick her up, where she then gives me the `other glare` which says ` Drop me and I`ll have you mate!` and in I bring her...
she, of course, goes straight to her feeding dish. Nary a word of thanks..sorry, I meant, a miaow of thanks..not even a tiny wee purr....
selfish cat.
Me dog, on the other hand, is a different kettle of fish (yes, this blog is animal flavoured today)..
she gets let out and no matter there`s a wind I cannot stand up in, no matter my teeth are chattering and I`m hugging myself and fidgeting on the spot to keep warm, because I`m an eejit and don`t bother to put a coat on...she bounces all across the garden looking for just THE perfect spot to do her business....it can`t be there, the closest, oh no...or there, where she visited three weeks ago, or there, where there`s a handy wind shelter with the rose hedge...nope, it`s gotta be behind said rose hedge where I can`t see her, as I stand and wait..and wait...and wait..
Then I gotta go find her, so I traipse down the not tiny garden to find out she`s slipped through the fence into the field and is investigating the stone dyke for mice and suchlike things, having fun....
Isn`t it amazing how dogs suddenly turn stone deaf when they are having fun?

Back indoors now, and I`m not shifting from this stove today! I`m cold, had to change cos I got covered in mud, and am glaring back at both cat and dog who just..don`t..care...both are grinning happily, having had their daily dose of fun with the dumb human....
*mutters*..they ought to remember who feeds them......
If it`s stormy where you are, I hope you are all hunkered down nice and cosy like.
Ride it out, the sun will come back one day.
(in that two days of summer we usually get, but hey, am being optimistic here y`know...)