Come on! Rain, blow, hail!

All evening I have been waiting under battened down hatches for the storm to end all storms reciting earth, wind, fire, dale. Elemental my dear Watson.

I have candles, I have firewood, I have marshmallows. I am completely prepared to spend the entire day tomorrow sitting by the fire while the world worries about how to fix itself. I'm going to give myself over entirely to luxury. Book, fire, marshmallows. Everyone else in Sydney can unflood roads and jump start trains and walk about in weird yellow rubber outfits shouting into the wind. I may wear fuzzy socks.

So cross your fingers and pray for the worst. I really really need a day off and I don't care how many treetops I have to sacrifice.

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