Since the storm the other night, things have been quieter; sunny and pleasantly breezy. Horatio has had a real chance to dry out and relax up there above us all. Early tomorrow morning, however, the forecast is for heavy rain of record-breaking proportions: a month’s-worth in an hour – that kind of thing. That’s quite apart from the electric storms passing over, as well. It all sounds very dire and we are all worried. Horatio’s isolation up there on the roof – with only the narrow flat surface above the bay window to cling to or the slope of the tiles, and with the chimney breast affording the only kind of cover available – makes him the most vulnerable and a constant worry to everyone. We hope the Great Spirit will protect him, and the rest of his family, whatever the night may bring.