About an hour ago seemingly out of nowhere came a sudden, violent storm. It didn't last too long, probably around fifteen minutes, but it made up in intensity for what it lacked in terms of duration. I paid witness through the front window and was very glad indeed there was something sturdy between me and the elements as I watched.
It was a reminder of one of the few pleasures of English life I miss: the sense of utter cosiness you enjoy when you're in a gorgeously warm house on a freezing cold day, with no need to venture out. Utterly selfish of course, there'll always be some poor souls out there for whatever reason, but deeply satisfying at some primitive level of feeling.