Busting For A Southerly Buster

Our air-conditioning at home is broken, we have eaten enough super doopers to drown a dog and I am contemplating laying nude on the bathroom tiles. This is something I have not had to do since I was about 8 when there was no such thing as air conditioning, at least not in anyones house I knew. So I am now praying for a southerly buster, much like the one in the photo which was a gargantuan storm in the afternoon one day last year. As you can see Chris thought it might good to pan for gold when the opportunity presented itself in the street outside our house. Surprisingly he only got a few plastic chip packets. Dork that he is.