Come with me, Boss?

The gale blows still. Just outside our bedroom window an overflow pipe sticks out of the wall. Just short of the end there is a hole in one side, so the wind played it like a musical instrument.  All. Night. Long.
 
Norwestie is nervous about the whole wind thing, having grown up in a house with a sheltered courtyard. So today she won’t go outside unless I go too. Though I draw a line at joining in with the whole process.