It has rained constantly for almost two weeks. I'm not kidding. Rain. For two weeks. The entire city is saturated like a sponge. The gutters are filled with rain all the time. Everything is damp. Nothing will dry. Every night the news is full of fallen trees, roads eroded by the sea, flooded streets. It's like living on another planet. A drowned world. We're thinking of calling the baby Noah now, instead of Pancake.More importantly: we don't care. Tomorrow we're off to Christchurch, and then on Monday we fly to Brisbane, and then to Cairns, and then to Palm Cove in tropical north Queensland, where the temperature is currently in the high-70s. The sea is one degree Celsius colder than the air.
Ha.
Also, we know the sex of our baby now ... who wants to know? (ck)
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Have a lovely time in Oz. When will you be back ? I'll give you a call. Love,
D
Okay, I want to know the sex of the baby!!!!!!! I think boy. I have to know what color to knit the booties.
Joyce
Me!
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