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I Can’t Believe It’s Not Winter!

Leaking kitchen36 hours or so of constant rain. (Ah, stopped at last).

Cold last night.

I lit the pilot light and turned the heater on for a while. In February.

I noticed the kitchen ceiling is leaking. Surely that can’t be good. Thankfully it’s only minor, at least so far.

One of the fences is leaning over. Glad it’s not my house.

The kids wanted double doonas on their beds. As did I.

Is summer over already?

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.

7 replies on “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Winter!”

Apparently there is a large pink blob on the weather radar that means that more rain is coming … Dunno if the rain has stopped today for good? Interesting that you classify that as a little leak in the kitchen … hope it doesn’t become a large leak! The leak that we had in the laundry at the end of last winter has, fortunately, not reappeared (I had no faith that it was repaired properly, because it still leaked after it was “fixed” the first time, and we haven’t had rain since it was “fixed” the second time). Sure was glad last night that I hadn’t taken the electric blanket off my bed (a job that I had been meaning to for months)!

A little bit of rain and now the Broadmeadows line is running trains every hour instead of 20mins. What’s wrong with this world? Apparently, according to the Connex Service Announcements, the

Flooded station subways:
Essendon Station (trains are using platform 1)[…]

is all that’s wrong… sure… no delays on the line… Gargh!

I’m wading through the shallow lake that used to be the back garden, and I’ve still got sunburn on my legs because I sat outside on Sunday. Everything smells of mud and smashed flowers. Spiders are skating across the surface of the water. Slugs are trying to de-submerge themselves. And we’ve discovered a new leak in the laundry floor. My husband used to live in a desert, and he can’t quite believe it. I went into the city last night and the intersection of Spencer St and Collins was ankle-deep in water.

well, i live on a farm and im sad to say we left track renovations to late and now the cows will be waste deep in mud untill summer desides its missed its calling.

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