Urban Guerilla

Today was meant to be a day of uninterrupted afternoon naps. Caught up with the bops for brunch, then home via a 7-11 to pick up a newspaper. Lay in bed reading until I dozed off. Unexpectedly woken about an hour later by a barrage of loud bangs and a drenching akin to having a bucket of water poured over your head. Probably not the smartest idea to sleep with the windows open when storms are predicted.

And storm it did. Hail stones the size of golf balls. Howling wind. An inch of rain in twenty minutes, a lot if it coming sideways through the bedroom window. J did a mad dash downstairs to move the car off the street. General chaos around the city. Trees down over roads, hail damage to cars, thigh deep water over roads. The roof of Spencer St Station caved in, meaning most of the trains were cancelled. Streets were gridlocked. Houses and cars were covered in leaves. Airports were closted. Biggest storm Melbourne has seen in a long, long time.

Would have been interesting to really get out and check out the chaos. As it was, I felt enough of a guerrilla running down the stairs in my PJs, camera in one hand and holding up my shorts with the other, dodging the leaks in the roof and the squelching wet of the carpet where some goose (not me this time) had left the front door to our apartment block open. Poked my head around the corner, army style, snapped two quick shots (all I could manage without ruining my camera) and headed back to higher ground. The street was covered in ice from the hailstones. This really crappy photo is just a little of it. Check out The Age website for a better idea of the extent of it all.

We had contemplated camping this weekend. I'm glad we didn't!

in other news...
*R+L had a baby boy today. Yay! We get to visit tomorrow...
*The prawns were tops (and there actually was enough food, despite our earlier thoughts to the contrary and inability to do anything about it).
*Tomorrow I'm sleeping till 1pm, and there's not a thing you can do about it.