It feels like ages since Southern Queensland and Northern New South Wales have been preparing for the arrival of Tropical Cyclone Alfred. He was awfully slow for something with such high winds. We were getting regular updates from Fi up on the mountain. She was very prepared after last time.
Of course, nothing is perfect and prepping can have its issues sometimes. When the electricity went out for something like 250,000 people, including her, she smiled and switched on her generator. She was still without electricity as it failed to start.
Still, she’s better off than the poor woman, living on the 11th floor of an apartment block on the Gold Coast. She lives with two dogs and was told, by special intercom (who has one of those?) that the lift was being turned off because the ground floor might flood.
The thing is, the fire doors lock from the outside so, if you take them, you can’t get back in. This, apparently, is a security measure. Again, her special intercom told her that. She joked that perhaps she should have stockpiled a bit of food. I feel sorry for the poor dogs.
Anyway, all the preparation and worry came to nowt as Tropical Cyclone Alfred was downgraded to A Bit Windy Alf. A real and complete anti-climax.
In the meanwhilst, here in Trosa, the day was beautiful. We decided it heralded the change in weather that we’ve been waiting for, so the deck furniture made a welcome return and we had lunch outside, almost in the sunshine.
A little later, we had KSP and Jonas drop in to pick up the car – they’re borrowing it over the weekend – and chat about Mello tomorrow. KSP even took Mirinda through her new exercise routine using Bara Bada Bastu.
And I explained that I didn’t go to Copenhagen to see a girl in a bikini, as Mirinda mistakenly claimed.
I don’t know how that rumour started.
