Not in recent memory, nor in the 22ish years that I called Melbourne home, can I recall such hideous weather.
I guess I’ve been lucky?!
I arrived on Friday evening and got up early on Saturday to go for a run with Dad. After the trauma of running with him as a child and being left for dead it was nice to find I’m fitter and faster than him. Even if he is 60 and I’m 25…
After coconut rice porridge for breakfast at Mr Hendricks I ventured over to Port Melbourne to have lunch with Tarn and Kate at the Salford Lads Club.
We did some shopping at Chadstone and it was busy and horrible. I forgot what malls are like. But I did get some amazing over-the-knee suede boots from Wittner, $100 off.
We celebrated with guacamole and red wine.
By about 2am Tarn and I were done so we stopped by Swanston Street Macdonalds and got home with a car from Uber. It was so convenient, screw taxis.
The next day was, unsurprisingly, a massive struggle. Uggghhhh.
Eventually I managed to drive 2 hours north to Mum’s house and collapse into bed at 5pm. Having not suffered a hangover in about a year it was a huge shock to the system.
We went out for lunch, did some shopping and we’re just getting warm and toasty back at home when the power went out.
It stayed out for about 2 hours during which time the house started resemble the inside of a Catholic Church. Thankfully mum has a thing for candles.