We're just cleaning up after a large storm which had high whiffling winds and very large wabes. The boats had to do a lot of gyre and gimbling, and some of them were not quite successful - beached tanker. Gives you food for uffish thought!

A lot of the tum tum trees were blown down and the flooded creeks and rivers are still doing a lot of burbling. The jabberwocks and jub jub birds are hiding in the borogroves, which are still very manxome and not very mimsy, but the mome raths are becoming outgrabe again.

I am chortling in my joy now because it's over. It's a brillig frabjous day. Calloo Callay!