It’s like multiple distant storms are shooting artillery at each other in a rota.
It’s getting weird out there, the sound is popping-and-boomingly continuous.
It definitely left new holes up there.
Yappy dogs at distant rumbles silent as the actual thunder rolls over.
Tiny, faraway winds, raging at bedtime.
Maybe it’s age, but thunder is starting to sound a lot meaner here in the future.
Ohhh, likely thunder then, as the sky splits apart directly overhead.
Could be thunder, could be a series of vans hitting the same pothole.
Pyjama bottoms and hoodie at 4pm on my day off. Is it possible to relax too strenuously?
Benefits of emergency alert test day: rediscovering all the Apple kit you’d forgotten about, after the heart attack dies down.
Roc attack-silhouettes from back-garden hedge birdies time of year.
Weirdly, I was convinced he had played John Constantine, referring to him as “Judge John Constantine”, in what could only be the Constantine/Judge John Deed mashup the world so clearly needs.
Managed to somehow hurt the exact centre of my back while asleep, during dreams, as far as I can remember, spent strenuously trying to recall Willem Dafoe’s name.
Just got some surprisingly positive feedback from a short story competition earlier in the year, despite, on a re-read, now realising how completely unhinged it was.
“They drink their drinks and defecate happily.” « genuinely the final line of the story.
Is it weird that every now and again I get the theme tune to GoBots running around my head? Specifically, as sung by Timmy Mallett.
I didn’t even watch the cartoon.
Hammering with its tiny, tiny fists.
Just heard what sounded like an old timey stream train whistle being pursued by a police siren.
Is it possible to be haunted by Looney Tunes?
“Is someone emptying a skipful of sand on my roof?”
Get-up-and-look-outside-worriedly levels of rain noise.