Hands Full of Glitter and Tofu : 2011 Day 312 (Tuesday 8 November) - It was a dark and stormy day

After a day so humid, even my water was wet with sweat (hmm that sounded evocative in my head but now sounds vaguely, well, odd), a great and mighty storm worthy of directing by Cecil B Demille swept over the harbour. While we debated whether it was in fact a storm, or aliens invading (a la Independence Day), which was an idea suggested by my delightful colleague, Rose, it unleashed a fearsome amount of wind, and rain and, well, Cityrail on-time-schedule-destroyingness.

Thinking the worst was over, I headed home after about 6.20 p.m. to cook dinner for my guy only to found myself stuck at Milsons Point station for 20 minutes, not the usual three (thanks to signal issues at St Leonards station) and then Wynyard for at least another 40 minutes more. Wynyard was just dandy because it felt like a greenhouse, and while I long one day to foster my interest in succulent and home grown vegetables (wanting that is about as likely as Tony Abbott wanting to contribute cohesive thoughts to a policy debate), today was not the day I wanted to begin that, if ever.


Thank the weather gods, I finally made it to St Peters station by 7.45 p.m., having long since told my beloved to save himself and grab dinner while I watched cacti flourish on the Wynyard platforms, grabbed some lentils, naan bread and a bhaji, and headed home, exhausted after what had been till then, a super fab totally like glitter kitten day dancing down the street in a multi-coloured parade of wonderfulness...wait, where I was I? Oh yes...anyway, I was TIRED and so I watched an episode of Eureka, ate the Indian, spoke to my guy (somewhat grouchily which wasn't fair since he is so very lovely)...and didn't catch a train anywhere. At all...