More on that shortly, but first the recent weather. If you say `what weather?', go back to your darkened, soundproof room and lie down again until you are called. By God.
It would be fair to say that cyclones are very instructive in ways we would never have before contemplated, and those who have experienced it, even those of us here in Townsville who got the whiplash tail of the worst storm to hit Australia, will be doing some deep self-evaluation and examination of lessons learned.
For The Magpie, the biggest revelation was how quickly he learned how to pee by ear in pitch black circumstances. The technique of assuming the forward-leaning, one-fisted `flying superman' posture during the trial and error search for the right tinkling target was quickly if damply acquired. All this may serve The Magpie well as he ages down the years by saving on overnight electricity bills. The clean-out of the fridge was also instructive, with several use-by dates stamped `consume before AD happens', and a tub of tomato paste with a luxuriant black fuzz which alarmingly resembled rude bloke Benny Vernon the morning after a hard night (ie every morning).
But there are others whose self-examination may have to go somewhat deeper.
Chief among these are two locals; a `cowardy custard' Craig Cuddlepie Wallace, the state Minister for Mean Roads, (and mean is the word), and the other one is our old local Laurel and Hardy team down at the Daily Astonisher, Peter Typo Gleeson and his dancing master Michael `Shrek' Wilkins, the mass-sacking Ogre of Ogden Street.