The Fickleness of Australian Weather
So, it's raining. "YAY!" I hear you say! "What a relief from the stifling heat you poor Australians were suffering!"
Yeah, not so much.
Australian weather, being the nasty contrary bitch that she is, decided that we'd baked long enough - too long really - so she's decided to try and drown us.
Pics or it didn't happen, you say?
Even the dog took one look at the rain this morning and decided his full bladder wasn't really that urgent (or he went and peed on a rug somewhere, I don't even care at this point). Meanwhile, the kid went out. You choose who you'd rather decide to pull the plug on you.
Hubby has been stuck at the side of the road somewhere since ten o'clock last night (it's now nearly 7 in the morning) and has to try an alternative route home today because the road ahead looks "like Sydney Fucking Harbour". Unfortunately, I found out this morning the alternative road has been closed so he's going for a little 6 hour drive to the nearest accessible airport to try and get a flight home. And by 'home', I mean a 40 minute drive away and guess who's going to have to drive to pick him up in pelting rain and flooded roads?
And my bedroom roof is leaking just above my bed.
Happy Australia Day to me! This fucking country... I can't even.
Yeah, not so much.
Australian weather, being the nasty contrary bitch that she is, decided that we'd baked long enough - too long really - so she's decided to try and drown us.
Pics or it didn't happen, you say?
Even the dog took one look at the rain this morning and decided his full bladder wasn't really that urgent (or he went and peed on a rug somewhere, I don't even care at this point). Meanwhile, the kid went out. You choose who you'd rather decide to pull the plug on you.
Hubby has been stuck at the side of the road somewhere since ten o'clock last night (it's now nearly 7 in the morning) and has to try an alternative route home today because the road ahead looks "like Sydney Fucking Harbour". Unfortunately, I found out this morning the alternative road has been closed so he's going for a little 6 hour drive to the nearest accessible airport to try and get a flight home. And by 'home', I mean a 40 minute drive away and guess who's going to have to drive to pick him up in pelting rain and flooded roads?
And my bedroom roof is leaking just above my bed.
Happy Australia Day to me! This fucking country... I can't even.