Tom dinning
Registrant*
Our first cyclone for the season, a woman no less, puffed through on the weekend. As weak as yesterday's custard! Not even big enough to send the locals to the cellars with a slab of beer and the radio tuned to the cricket.
Not to be one to downgrade the disasters that happen elsewhere but what about us, god? Here we are sitting on our verandah with the BBQ blazing and the dog chained to the fence and you let us down with that piddly thing. I could get more wind from eating a can of beans.
But I'm patient. Send Aleesia over the Gulf for a few days, then send her back for another go. I'm waiting.
Not to be one to downgrade the disasters that happen elsewhere but what about us, god? Here we are sitting on our verandah with the BBQ blazing and the dog chained to the fence and you let us down with that piddly thing. I could get more wind from eating a can of beans.
But I'm patient. Send Aleesia over the Gulf for a few days, then send her back for another go. I'm waiting.