If there is a time that is the best to leave Sydney, perhaps this is it.
With day after day of icy rain and chilly wind, people are going overseas for hot tropical holidays and while I am not exactly longing to feel steamed in Singapore, I am not exactly very comfortable living in a freezer.
It’s a bit tragic, however, that the kids can no longer visit and enjoy, as a last fling, their favourite haunts. Namely, all around Coogee Beach.
The long kang, making sand castles on the beach, racing up and down the ramp, the playground with the yellow slippery dip, the park on the cliff. It’s all been no go.
The surf is thunderous and when it smashes against the rocks is as high as the cliff.
When we brought the children to the beach today – a rare day when the sun was out and the skies were blue – the wind nearly blew them off their feet and facing the wrong way meant that sand would shoot straight into our eyes. Understandably, Day and Dee were the only kids in the vicinity.
Even just going out to buy groceries is misery. The wind has sheared off branches which litter the muddy road and most of the time, we are running with the prams to escape the rain.
What we are seeing a lot more of, unfortunately, is our apartment.