Overnight that location recorded gusts in excess of 145 kph. But then it is a substantial promontory jutting into Bass Strait. To the southwest of that spot the nearest landmass is Antarctica, many thousands of km away.

That turd-faced cunt of a child next door has fucking done it again. Deliberately left toys and a broom handle on the driveway so I was unable to get past without having to shift the junk. She & her mother have been told plenty of times that the driveway is NOT a playing area.

Wrong! It's been Wednesday for the last 8 hours.

One of my brothers has a good friend whose surname is Virgo.

// @kdfrawg

An Antarctic blast, is one way to describe the weather for the next few days. Currently at a bit after 5pm, it's windy & wet, temperature is 7°C. Here's a forecast:

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Sustenance was required, so I headed to the nearby General Store/café for a nice big bowl of potato, celeriac & dill soup served with a few slices of crusty sourdough rye toast.

The barman has just started up the wood-fired heater. I just want to stay here, its so nice.

Be even better on Thursdays thru to Sundays, that's when they serve meals. But there's a fine café adjoining and the barman doesn't mind customers eating their takeaway in the pub.

Quite cold and windy outside. But toasty warm inside.

So I'm at the Oceanview Hotel in a little village on the coast, called Kilcunda. Friendly & warm, Blues playing quietly in the background. Here's why it's called Oceanview:

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