“This is not about Kevin Rudd. Quite the opposite. It’s about shelter from the storm.
What is architecture? Broadly speaking, I consider this the kind of undergraduate unanswerable that should be well behind you before your first inklings of mortality. Last week, however, two largely unrelated events returned it to my frontal lobe.
One was the NSW Architecture Awards. The other, rain.
Rain! How those nine nights and days felt like 40. Yet my house, bless it, held out to the end, or almost. Only on the very last day of that Old Testament weather did our roof start to leak. Not frogs, I’m grateful for that. Quite likely just vines getting uppity…”