I received a text as I walked along the flooded Avon River in the rain. It was from my brother with a photo of the place he and my sister-in-law were having lunch in Arrowtown. I sent back this photo from under my umbrella.
Often people sit on these steps and watch the eels in the river. Not today. It began raining during the night and has not stopped since.
I had been to the second session of a course on US History and it was refreshing to walk despite the weather – if only to the bus stop!
At home, Felix was keeping warm on the heat pump. I did some vacuuming, lit the fire and baked Anzac biscuits.
Post Script: Felix has just come in soaking wet and looking unimpressed.
He loves being rubbed down with a towel which I am happy to do, particularly before he dries himself all over me! Perhaps the rain has intensified. I can hear gusts of wind blowing branches against the window.
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