Wuthering Heights

A storm named Bodil (and Svend in Sweden?) is slowly approaching, apparently as the result of wind pressure. It will hit in the afternoon. We were let of school a little earlier so we could get home safe and sound, but of course I have to go to work. I don't know what to expect, seen as I was in Japan the last time a storm of this scale happened in little sweet Denmark. I don't feel like dying just yet. And I would be really mad if the cause of death would be wayward Christmas decorations.