Oswald’s gone, but he’s not forgotten.
He’s stuffed up pretty much the whole eastern seaboard, and messed up the Australia Day celebrations more than somewhat.
He’s probably trying to tell us that we celebrate our nationhood on the wrong day.
The local damage was actually worse than 2010 (with the exception of the CBD flooding), as the wind gave Toowoomba a fair old touch-up.
Our backyard didn’t escape. I’ll have to wait for a day or two of sunshine to clean up the mess, as it’s too soggy to get the Ute in the backyard right now.
The other main inconvenience on the home front caused by Oswald is the dog. As a heeler, she’s an outside dog, but we put her inside because of the weather. She got bored, worked out how to get into the room for unclassifiable objects in the laundry, and had fun.