And the rain came down. It is predicted to be torrential, but then it so often is. I guess, we'd better get used to it, changing weather being what it is. Governments inaction being what it is.
We're inside, couches, blankets, thick socks, what else is there to do? I'm tempted to light a fire, except it isn't really cold.
I've been playing with AI images, broken up by Sam insisting I do the vacuuming.
Now I might write a story.
The rain falls continuously on the lounge room roof.
We're doing screens.
Sam is perusing The Hungry Panda menu for lunch. I told him I want the mango desert, when he asked what I want. Sam just looked at me in response.
Charlie has only just got up, oh to be 22 again.
The rain starts to fall heavier.
In the end, Hungry Panda didn't get the gig. Sam stir-fried noodles.
I watched DailyDrivenDeathTraps, and their 64 Barracuda. Sean and Alex have the best arses on YouTube.
Eventually, the torrential rain came, and boy did it come down. It didn't last for very long, but in that time parts of the city flooded from all reports.
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