It is a beautifully stormy night.
There is frequent lightning, loud rumbling thunder and the thwack of heavy rain hitting the windows.
Although it is nearly half past ten, many headlights shine on the wet freeway below.
The sky turns from navy to light blue for a brief moment when lightning flashes. One peal of thunder hasn't finished grumbling before the next breaks impatiently over it.
I can't sleep.
Reading the "Great British Food" edition of Jamie Oliver's magazine in bed was a mistake. I'm too inspired to sleep now. I want to make peach melba, cornish pasties and super sticky pork ribs.
I'm definitely having a mug of cocoa to watch the storm with. Damn, no biscuits!