Six o’clock in the morning and I’ve been awake since four. After two hours of tossing and turning, head full of things I must remember for work today, I gave in and got up. Now I can sit here and watch the hot-air balloons drift over Richmond.
Note to self: Must get around to going on hot-air balloon ride one day.
Bicycle NSW — http://www.bicyclensw.org.au/ — have accepted our family membership, no word on whether the entry for the ride in April was successful or not though. They also managed to ignore the address on the entry forms and use my old one, so all the correspondence would go to the next-door neighbour if the postman hadn’t put it in the correct mailbox.
Seven o’clock in the evening and Joey and I drove through an amazing thunderstorm of almost tropical intensity. Great mushy hail-stones were splatting against the car as we crawled off the Westgate bridge and headed towards Geelong. I cringed while watching a guy on a motorbike pass us, no gloves, as the rain and hail pelted against his knuckles. Later as we passed under a bridge there were a dozen cars stopped, including two more bikes, one of the riders wearing only shorts and a tee-shirt!
