This is what I look like at 445pm on a Friday after one of the worst – work related hangovers – in my 28years on Earth.

Yes Mum that is the dirty, dirty, dirty trodden speckled cement of the Taronga Zoo Wharf and no I will not get up.

Who knows. But we woke up to the eeriest morning. I went up onto the roof for a closer look. Wasn’t until I googled on my phone that I realised it was dust. I’d thought it was a fog which are common down ‘ere.

Insane. Rode that day to be greeted by OH&S emails saying stay indoors and you shouldn’t exercise. Ha!

Though I wish this cough would go away.

Jokes.

But as Paul Gilding writes, this isn’t a joke. Something like 100,000 tonnes of topsoil stretching 1600km long and 400km wide swept over three states, two major cities in Sydney and Brisbane, and then out to sea.

Clouds gather over the city as the Giraffes are no where to be seen.

Slowly getting used to Sydney’s storms. It seems they don’t need a 30+ day like Brissy to come rolling in.

Over the long weekend just past, we had more rain than August and September together.

Bastard.

Took this while walking home through the city. Was struck by the contrast between old and new.

I was in love with Sydney on this day. Every brick, every street light, every bent box of downpipe fascinated me.

We had the pleasure of having Kate stay with us before she flew to San-Fran. Discovering some tucked away back straps, we decided it was time for a little boot-camp.

The long awaited debut of Josh Capelin in the 2009 Mardi Gras. Mum, Dad, you were right to worry about me…

For slow connections, be patient (full screen video is a poor idea for web but the result is stunning)