Wet

This morning was cold, wet and windy. The perfect day to stay indoors, preferably in bed, but if not in bed then by a roaring warm heater, reading the paper, and listening to the rain outside. But alas, it was not to be. Work was calling, and more temptingly, after-work drinks were calling. So I trudged to the station in the rain, wondering how drenched I would get with only a coat and an umbrella for protection, regretting that I didn’t have a wetsuit, and thinking I should really do something about that hole in the bottom of my right shoe. Well, something other than occasionally pointlessly putting superglue on it.

Gotta give Mother Nature credit though – a good drenching as a kind of last ditch effort to stave off theStage 2 Water Restrictions which just got announced. A little too late, but hey, if us city-dwellers get some regular rain, we won’t feel so bad about not being able to water our lawns.

11pm. And a lesson from the rain: don’t leave your paper recycling bin full of papers out in the rain. You may discover when you get home after a few beers with friends how much hassle it is to lift a plastic container full of waterlogged paper to the kerb for the next morning’s collection.

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