Typical Melboune Weather.....

I love Melbourne's music industry.
I love Melbourne's coffee culture.
I love Melbourne's vast number of bookshops.

I hate Melbourne weather. I've said it before: Melbourne is the psychiatric unit for the weather gods. The female ward. On the synced up PMS week.
One minute I was enjoying a lovely sit in the sunshine by the duck pond across the road from Little Dude's school. 10 minutes later I take this photo of a storm about to hit. 30 seconds later we are getting absolutely saturated. Eight minutes later we are two inches deep in water. Soggy shoes are the worst. Two minutes later the rain stopped and sun returned (momentarily, and turning Melbourne into a sauna) just in time for the two minutes of walking that doesn't have any overhead cover.
And it is cold! What the hell, Melbourne!? I should not be in flannel jimmyjams, under my quilt and still shivering in mid February! We were sweltering just a day ago.

The sudden cold snap is making my poor back seize up and hurt after what was a much improved day for the injury with new meds helping immensely. Bah!