The night after Elena (my mum... you'll get the hang these names) left, an almighty storm rolled in. I lay awake in bed beside Ayana while pine cones pelted down from the tree's like heavy machine gun fire. The house groaned and creaked under the strain but somehow managed to stay in tact. Don't ask me why but in a storm I always like to pretend I'm on a big, old sailing ship stuck out at sea. Still dreaming of a pirate life I guess ;).