Of course, one of the not so wonderful things about being affianced to a brickie is that they get unpaid downtime during wet weather. But hey, you get plenty of time to work on the budget.
Today was such a day. The good news (finally) for V is that I actually got to do a little work today so that $685 clutch repair required on my car will only blow our budget to smithereens, rather than to Katmandu.
When I started to think about writing this post, this was our backyard.
V had just measured the rain from the gauge - 57mm (just over 2 inches in the old money).
My view from the desk to was inspirational, and I picked up the camera to capture the results.
It was nice to see that the windows on the front veranda had anticipated my need to wash the floors, and had prepped them nicely.
'Salina was very slow to get down to her homework, as the whistling wind and cacophony of the rain was distracting - who am I kidding, she can be distracted by nothing. However
my lack of alacrity on that darned pandanus pile mocks me, as it is now a flood level for us to measure in the back yard.
And still it kept raining.
"Hooray" shouted 'Salina, "my backyard is now a swimming pool."
So was the front yard.
The two boys you can just make out at the causeway thought better of hopping in upstream, and threw themselves into the water on the sea side - and hopped out again quick smart as they hit the corner. Somehow sense must have made an impact.
Then the rain turned in to a deluge, and the causeway went under and our road became part of the stormwater drain.
So, looking on the bright side - umm, isn't it a good thing that I hadn't mowed that part of the lawn on the weekend?