Similar here. We had an email from Northern PowerGrid yesterday effectively warning us to batten down the hatches, but by this morning the barometer had only dropped an inch to 'changeable'. Later, the run onto the fells was blustery, but nothing untoward, even compared to the stormy weather before Xmas.
I had to smile at the storm being named "Otto', as is my friend's Norfolk Terrier, whose (the dog's) character is equally one of inflated grandeur, self-importance and who adores a hyped drama![]()