Twats to arms, Mark Sullivan needs you!

rosebud said :

I too am a twitter convert, or, as my brother-in-law put it, “a sad f*ck”.

I have three twitter accounts, so I guess I must be really, really, really sad, haha!

This could be one cool guy to follow on Twitter. Like all the senior people at ACTEW and the Singapore government half owned services supplier ACTEWAGL they all learn to see a long way into the future standing on a big pile of other people’s money!

They now say water restrictions could be eased further to allow sprinklers between 7 – 10.00.

What is with these magical hours of 7-10. It is dark, frosty, miserable time to be out in the garden.

Can’t we have just one day a week when we are allowed to stand around with the hose watering the garden during daylight?

Last time we were allowed to use sprinklers between 7-10 mine often stayed on til bedtime as I forgot all about them outside in the dark. Let’s forget the sprinklers, and allow daylight hand watering.

It’s a combination of antecedent conditions and rainfall intensity.

The catchment was already wet from previous good rainfalls, so the soil could soak up less of the rain than if it were dry. On top of that, this was a high intensity event (a big dump of rain in a short time), so the rain tends to run off over the top of the ground rather than soak in as it would for drizzle.

Plus, there was possibly more rain in the catchment than in previous years.

About time we got some decent runoff.

so how can one good rain put the dams up 10% – we have had other good rains that barely added 1%.

*adds* Wonder if he’ll add me back?

Interesting. Now he has 37 followers and you have 31… who followed JB and not Mark?

Actually, according to the sign on Adelaide Ave this afternoon, the dam levels are now past 72%.

Haha@Rosebud

I’ve wondered if I should, I’m sure I shouldn’t! To be honest any of the tweets I’ve got to see on other sites are so awful I dread my eyes to approach closer.

Is it better when it’s your friends and such?

I too am a twitter convert, or, as my brother-in-law put it, “a sad f*ck”.