The Cock-Eyed-Bob

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So a week after "they" (who claim to know about the weather) forecast / promised / warned us about a storm ... it finally came.

It started with a hint of darkness in the sky.

We barely had time to drag the washing in, and move cushions etc from outside.

The rain came in sideways, with a strong wind blasting behind it. Both of our little patios were flooded.


The artificial turf was quickly underwater, with a sprinkling of small hail floating on it. The gutters were overflowing, and water was pouring in through the seals around one of the living room windows.

It only lasted a few minutes. A local friend with a rain gauge said he had 40 mm in 20 mins.

In those few minutes, the swimming pool filled up completely with rainwater, along with all sorts of debris that washed off the patio etc.

Elsewhere in Perth there were trees downed, and other destruction, and a lot of people were without electricity. And then it passed, and all was quiet (and wet).

We call it a "cock-eyed bob".

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