Whoa, we’re definitely getting hot around here. 35 °C and still only in October, we’re in for a very hot summer.

Hot, damn hot … as it says in the classics. Not just hot either, gusty blustery dry and dusty northerly winds as well, the kind of winds that blast a cyclist back and forth across there-quarters of a lane while filling his eyes with grit. The kind of wind that for the second day in a row rips a great branch off the Callistemon in the front garden. I guess it solves the dilemma of how we prune it, and how much we remove!