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Photos of storm damage at the NZ Herald, linked by [personal profile] vilakins - near the end is my absolute favourite, taken in Ponsonby, haunt of rich people who like coffee, showing devastation of a shop-window dummy. Or perhaps a failed Auton invasion.

There wasn't as much wind as that down in the Waikato - no trees down at our place this time - but we had torrential rain and discovered that the drainage at our new house wasn't done properly at all. We were almost flooded out two nights in a row. I was outside at half past ten last night with torch and shovel, trying to divert water from pooling dangerously close to the laundry door and wishing I had sandbags to use. Our driveway turned into a cataract and I drove the cars up to park at the top, where there wasn't so much water, before we started work on digging a drainage channel right across the drive and reinforcing it with a dam made of fenceposts and the gravel we'd reserved to make a path - whatever came to hand.

Some drainage contractors came out (very promptly!) to put a new trench and pipe in yesterday, but the rain that evening bucketed down even harder and the runoff coming down the hill overflowed the new drain and went straight on as if it wasn't there. They will be back next week with a digger and a bigger pipe. I'm hoping we can put across the point that the drainage should have been put in properly at the start (i.e. in the right place - where the water goes) and we won't have to pay for the work ourselves. Though the contractors definitely need their fair pay, because they're doing a great job for us and they're not the same people who couldn't be bothered doing the work properly the first time.

My partner and I are both so short on sleep...
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None of my photos of snow coming down show anything, but here my kitten wears some snow on his fur to show you.
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Everyone's talking about the humidity with the weather we've been having this week. Ooh, isn't it muggy? Yes, dreadful! It's not the heat, it's the humidity, they all say. I don't actually have an innate humidity sense at all, so I've been looking at the weather website in an attempt to learn one and the humidity doesn't look all that high -- only 67% yesterday and 74% today. Wikipedia's humidity article says a US agency recommends keeping humidity below 60% in houses (where mildew is an issue) so a little higher outside seems reasonable.

I'm coming to the conclusion that nobody has an innate humidity sense and they just like to talk about it! Maybe it sounds more exciting than just talking about temperature. My theory is: it's stinking hot, the sun's beating down, so you sweat, so you feel sticky -- it's not the air that's wet, it's your skin. We'd all be better off if we sweated something more evaporative, such as alcohol, to cool us down.
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...and talking about the weather. :)

I have had to bike around battling this windy weather nearly every day since the big storm hit on Friday. And it's still going. Legs exhausted. Patience worn thin. For some reason windy weather is my very least favourite and always makes me ratty and grumpy. I very much look forward to staying home tomorrow.

Our chimney rattles in the wind and sounds like a small yappy dog :)

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