It's been raining here for seven days. The fog won't lift. Oh ye, how the mountain-top tranquility is eclipsed by long lines of tail-lights at the Hungry Jacks drive-thru.

Peege and I thought it might be fun to grab a pair of gumboots for Kath for her birthday. We traipsed all over town, visited two shopping centres, three fishing stores and a Horseland, and came up with nothing. Ironically, even a store named 'Rivers' didn't have any anti-wet footwear. It's been one year since the floods and people are freaking out a little, I think. Buy all the gumboots, horde all the bread, prepare to write all your histories at once. Not me, though. I'm going to use all this low-hanging cloud to practise my Monkey Magic moves in the dark.