The first storm of the winter came in today as I was driving back along the A14. I could feel the car shaking as the wind took it, saw the trees waving through the windscreen. By the time I got close to the village where I live the road that always floods was under six inches of water, but the high road was flooded too, the water lying where I’ve never seen water on the road in the six years of being here.<\/p>\n

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It’s been a raw wind all day, a damp chill that cuts through summer clothes and let’s you know you’re in for the long haul now. The radio was saying there’s a good chance the lights will go out this winter, because\u00a0government after government has decided that having wars is much more fun than building power stations. Let’s face it, nobody is going to move out of your way at the G8 Summit just because everyone in your own country thinks things are going quite nicely for a change. That’s not what being a global statesman is about at all.<\/p>\n

Someone had left my gate open and a dog fox was calling as I stepped out of the car into the dark and moved my \u00a0bags indoors. There was a spicy bean stew in the freezer and a bottle of wine in the rack. Put \u00a0the washing into the machine and unpack the bags, make the list of Stuff To Do and read three really, really nice emails from people who didn’t owe me a nice email but sent one anyway.<\/p>\n

There’s food on the table and a bed waiting for me. And some days you count your blessings for those things alone, because there are plenty of people without and more to come. Tomorrow if the weather is ok I’ll cycle down to Caroline Wiseman’s Suffolk Arts Club <\/a>at lunchtime. There’s always someone interesting to talk to there as well as a glass of wine.<\/p>\n

None of us know what’s going to happen next, not anybody at all. I think the secret is wanting to find out.<\/p>\n

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