just hope it's falling in the catchments...

When I was driving past the Royal Exhibition Building on Friday, because I glanced quickly and read it wrong (I do this all the time) I thought the sign on the front of the building was advertising "A Baby Shop." It was actually a Baby Show. Where apparently you could buy a million and one useless baby products according the the LONG advertorial for it I heard on Radio 774 yesterday morning. I've loved the idea of a baby shop since seeing a picture of one in a favourite book from my childhood:



Snugglepot and Cuddlepie by May Gibbs, 1918


In other news, look what happened yesterday to the horrible plasticky roof over our back verandah:


Yes, the cliched "hailstones as big as golf balls" smashed it in the storm.
Good. Now hopefully the insurance company can pay for a more attractive roof, maybe a tin one that doesn't show the moss, leaves and possum poo build up.

I was at work when the storm hit. The hail on the roof of the library sounded like footballs. After checking the Bureau storm radar and seeing BLACK for the first time ever I did have a couple of minutes where I thought I would have to evacuate the forty or so people in the library into the workroom to escape broken glass if our many huge windows copped the stones. All was well though, and the foyer didn't flood either, which usually happens.

Very social long weekend with dinners and lunches and people. Now I have to go and get the makings for a trifle I'm taking out to a lunch tomorrow.