Bit of a heads up, to those of you living in Melbourne...
It's raining outside. Or, in my case, it's raining inside.
Weather is always such a conversation in Melbourne, due to its erratic nature, and I must confess to having had a rather less productive day than usual on account of it. Riding your bike to the library is not such a delicious prospect when staying home in front of the heater is an option. You can still write, right? Right. And I will, when I get these other nine million things done.
My bike looks inviting, as always, but the prospect of riding home in the sleet, with wet handlebars, a wet bike seat, and drenched hair is a little unappealing, even for me (someone who does not normally have any objections to unattractive public displays such as going out for lunch in a tracksuit).
So, it's an inside day. I'm glad I'm not a postie.
I commute by motorbike. I missed the rain this morning and in spite of having to go to St. Kilda for French classes at the end of the day, and over the Westgate to get home, I missed rain again. It's bucketing down as I type. I work with a couple of Pommies and I was saying today that the heavy rain coming down is something I remember from my childhood, that I haven't seen for years.