We’ve had 235mm of rain in Sydney over the past few days (that’s nine and a bit inches), our wettest July since 1950. The place is awash.
The view from my office is so dark and gloomy you’d think it was night time, instead of mid-afternoon.
And the logistics of all this rain is killing me. Remember the gumboots. Remember the umbrella. Wrap up the computer in plastic bags when you take the sodden public transport to uni. Try to get the dogs walked between the bouts of torrential downpours.
The constant dripping is driving me slowly mad. I’m tired of being damp. I’m tired of being cold. I’m out of dry laundry. Even my sheets feel damp after just sitting on the bed all day.
Public transport is like being riding in a slightly filled bathub. The floors are covered in water, and so are the seats. One train I was on yesterday had an intermittant…leak? dump? of water - I kept warning people but the train was crowded. At intervals, it would dump a liter of cold, dirty water on who ever happened to be standing under it.
Tuesday I forgot my gumboots. I bought two pairs of extra socks, because I could not keep mine dry.
I’m eyeing off the developing leak in my bathroom ceiling. We’re tearing it down soon, so I haven’t bothered with it before, but it’s…spreading. Between that and the rising damp we may have to put forward our renovation plans to sometime next month instead of sometime next year. It’s a race to see if the ceiling falls in before the walls crumble.
Mostly, I could just use an hour with no rain.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Sorry, but in a year you get less than a third of what I get.
World Wide Web = Bad Comparisons = No Sympathy = Sunshine 
Oh, and at least poke a hole in the ceiling to concentrate the drip and the damage.
Where are you, sitchensis?
I think I’m miserable precisely because we usually don’t have so much rain.
And I’ll think about the hole. 
First weekend after school holidays. Kids have been cooped up inside houses/class rooms for four days and all the sports fields are closed for this weekend. They’ll be bouncing of the walls by Sunday night. If we could harness the pent-up energy I’d feed it back into the grid and get a rebate.
BTW, out on our family’s farms 235mm = average annual rainfall
I live somewhere in the Tongass National Forest It’s a rain forest and I doubt anyone gets the same amount of rain and cold weather.
Poking a hole in the ceiling might be a good idea*, as water builds up it can spread out over the whole ceiling, by poking a hole in the low portion you can prevent the spread out, potentially saving some of your drywall. I like to tie a little string to a unfolded paperclip, poke a hole in the ceiling and push the paperclip in, water from the ceiling should follow the drywall to the low spot in the ceiling (your hole), than follow the paper clip and string, to the sink, with no dripping sound and future damage to the building.
*(I say this nicely, while in my head I’m saying, if your ceiling is dripping, poke the fucking hole dammit, find the lowest spot in the ceiling and poke a hole, you can save youself a lot of damage by not creating a flood in your ceiling)
Ah, well, there you go.
I have no drywall to worry about. The bathroom is a cube, built from cinderblock and tin and the ceiling is wood slats. Only leaks in a downpour. Just paint over concrete. You can see outside in the gap between the roof and the wall. Suspect the gutter is backing up into the space between the wood slats and the tin roof (I can kinda see in there from outside. It appears to be spaced with…old bricks? Dead convicts? Possum bones? No idea…something.)
Not overly worried, I’d just prefer the walls didn’t fall down or the ceiling fall in. So long as the shower and toilet continue to work, I’m a happy girl. We’re pulling the whole thing down, putting in an extension out the back for a new kitchen/bathroom/laundry/family room, hopefully next year.
The house is a fixer-upper, a 110 year old double brick terrace. The front bit (the orginal bit) is beautifully renovated. Now we’re saving money for the back bit.
I will do the string trick for the drip.
OMG, I didn’t think of that - I wonder what it’s like in my son’s boarding school. 200 teenage boys with closed sports fields. Suspect the headmaster may just line them up and start shooting them. It would be kinder… 
We could use some of that rain right now in the U.S Going through one long uncomfortable heat wave here. Got up to 100 degrees, 110 with the heat index where I am. Can’t remember the last time it rained, and that’s pretty bad for a state surrounded by five gigantic lakes! The mugginess combined with the sun is unbearable. You think that the mugginess is a sign of rain on the way, but nope! 
Gumboots are the equivalent of rubber boots here, I take it?
And this is worse than a foot of snow in one day and temps of -30C, how?
You don’t have to wear five layers of clothing to shovel rain. Heck, you don’t have to shovel rain
Probably, though gumboot throwing is a national sport for the kiwis
Good weather to be studying. Finished exams today, results in 4 weeks!
So there is an unforeseen and not immediately apparent, profitable benefit to each incident of inclement weather.
Yes. Rainboots, not galoshes. Wellies, if you’re English.
I will not throw my gumboots. They are pink with purple swirls. I love them! So pretty!
Oh, so that’s where all our rain went this week.
Thanks, guys!
Fucking New South Weshmen have always got to complain about something. Normally (and fittingly) it is no sporting glory.