Friday disappeared. Friday slunk off behind the international date line. Friday was darkness for six hours or so. And now it's Saturday evening, and we're drinking Margaret River Chardonnay, looking at a thick thunderstorm anticipating the cyclone that's sweeping in over the sea in Northern Queensland, and strange frenzied seabirds swopping round.
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For swopping, read swooping, and blame jetlag.
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