That’s what it says on the bom. Which is a bit brief for a day of dust storm, heavy rain, buildings fell down and killed people, the trains have gone haywire and the major bridges closed to traffic. Just before the start of peak hour.

The Fence Man seems to have come briefly while I was out today, replaced next door’s back gate (they will be pleased, the old one was nailed shut for a week) and then presumably decided that the End of the World was Nigh and headed home.

Today, if I worked in the city, and lived in the outer suburbs, I’d be finding a seat in a pub and looking for a dinner menu.

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