Unsurprisingly the sound on our roof when we woke was a familiar one.
While neither of us really mind the odd drop of rain, nor do we mind driving several hundred kilometres to catch up with a group of friends we hadn't seen together in twenty years, it has to be said that the combination of the two is not one of our preferred methods of spending a morning.
Never the less, we gave the "stupid" gene a bit of a polish, and set off doggedly into the gloom in direction Coolangatta. Lights on, mid morning, wipers on fast.
Summer, and the wet season doesn't begin for another month or two.
Lunch was OK, the company splendid, but neither did enough to lift the gloom of the return journey.
That was up to Lily.
It's amazing how ten minutes reading a good story can make one forget all else.
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