Well once again it’s a Wetty McWet day in not-so-sunny Brisbane. As has been the trend for years now, there’s rain falling, just not in the dams.

Once again, the handles of my foosball table have been converted into a good substitute for an indoor clothesline. In the ever-present battle of getting clothes dry in the rain, it’s great for getting your ‘smalls’ dry.

There’re only so many wet days you can have before you start to run out of clothes.

The cats have bunkered down somewhere inside the house for fear of being unceremoniously tossed out and having to deal with wet paws.

It’s amazing how quiet and well-behaved they can be when they don’t want to be located...

The post-man is perfecting his groove in my soggy front lawn

The internet doesn’t seem to like the weather either: every page I open brings with it the oh-so-annoying message of “Internet Explorer Cannot Display the Webpage.” (Yes, you can display it, Internet Explorer,  we both know all I have to do is click ‘refresh’ and you’re happy to give me what I want for some reason).

The plague of butterflies has migrated its way north to my house as it continues its flight across Brisbane- yes we are that bizarre here! They wreaked havoc on the highways last week bringing visibility to a fluttering standstill.

I'll leave you with this piece of thought I had today:

Life's too short to not pick out the macadamia's from the nut assortment, even if it does mean you'll just end up with the peanuts.