Last week was nasty. It was hot. It was humid. It was FERAL.
Then it started to rain.

We have downpipes on our house that are 8″ in diameter. For 360 days of the year they are bone dry.
But not today. Today there is a Niagara Falls ripping through them.

There are frogs. Heaven only knows where they came from, but their voices are louder than the average two year old in a supermarket and they are shouting for lovers ALL night.

The main highway is cut by flood waters south of Townsville. That means that it’s time to race to the shops and buy milk. If you are too slow and don’t join in the Mass Supermarket Panic, you will miss out and be forced to suffer with UHT or even *blech* powdered milk. While you’re there, stock up on tinned baked beans, too, because by Wednesday there will only be the yucky flavours left. I can’t understand why, but rain seems to cause hysterical milk and bean hoarding.

This is the Wet Season.

Edited to add: I’m no longer the only Official Nutter in the house. Peter has been infected by Townsvillism and has turned into Manic Milk Man. There are three of us living here and it takes us about two days to consume a litre of milk. We now have eight litres in our fridge. BRING IT ON, RAIN! BRING IT ON!!