It pissed down this afternoon - quite disturbing in a way particularly when I saw the state of our gutters and realised that in fact we'd need a fire truck ladder to get up and clean out the ones at the front. You never think about these kinds of things when you buy a house. I imagine. Or maybe it's just that I didn't think about this kind of thing when we bought a house.
Anyway so Millie and Charlie and I went down to the reserve and the creek to see how it was going, and it was pretty full. See picture of the litter trap and the creek in a part that you can usually walk across as the creek just trickles through between the rocks.
While we were there an a-grade dufus in a flatbed truck came rocketing down the hill and over towards the ring-road, decided s/he couldn't get out that way, came tearing back and tried to go up the hill again - like a caged animal - and didn't have the muscle and just tore up the ground (see pic of the torn-up ground) then went off towards the footy ground and out of sight for a while then came back and backed up mightily and flew at the hill and this time went up and over it. I was really maliciously hoping the truck would flip. The dogs echoed my feelings as they behaved aggressively towards the truck, though it was across the creek from us luckily.
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