Lunch spent under the trees in one of the university courtyards, the almost summer heat and blustery wind makes everything smell of dust and eucalyptus — the Australian bush in suburbia.

Global warming or just an unusually hot spring? Who knows, the aussie government is stuck somewhere in the 1950s, so they should be able to analyse the historical data! As for the rest of us, we just have to live here. Damn.

Shut out the world and sit in the shade, I started reading Burton’s The Arabian Nights, the short stories fit nicely into workday lunch breaks, unlike the 800+ pages of Quicksilver that was the last book I read at work.