That’s all I can hear this morning: water on the road and crockery in the bakery.
The rain comes down hard all day.
Someone stopped in my doorway and booked a motel, and a dog refused to go across the road and had to be carried.
A young tradesman dropped his mask in a puddle and put it back on again, and everyone is shrugging back into warm clothing, which last week we had discarded. A lady said, ‘Who brought this weather in?’ and Alan told me to, ‘Enjoy it, mate, because it won’t last’.
I don’t mind. It’s good reading weather, as is all weather. Alan notices water. He’s going home to check the water that’s come to his place, which is somewhere outside of Alice Springs.
Sarah came in, and then backed out because she’d forgotten her mask. She roared through the door as she left that Scott Morrison was at it again.
A couple went past fast, and he was saying, ‘Don’t put the umbrella there, I get all the drips’, and she snapped it shut hard, so he really did get all the drips even though he ducked hard to the side, and then they were gone so I didn’t see any more.
An old couple went across the road, slowly treading through the water, and three cars had to slow down, but nobody tooted.
Still raining. Good reading day.