Wet stuff

How magical to wake up to the sound of rain. To all you gumboot-wearing northern hemisphericals who did the rain dance, thank you.

Today I went to a terrific exhibition at the Art Gallery of NSW, Japan Supernatural, followed by lunch at the Chiswick, a Matt Moran restaurant at the gallery. Fabulous views over Sydney Harbour. Wouldn't be dead for quids. By the time I got home, there were no more drips on the trees and leaves, but there is more rain in the offing.

And now that we have more than 10% humidity, the cat again has fleas, and the cockroaches are beginning to return.

Always a downside, but welcome rain wins.