I’m not writing because it’s too bloody hot.
In case you haven’t noticed it’s summer in the land down under. This mean means +40°C days in the shade, trips to the beach and of course, Christmas and New Year celebrations.
Stepping outside feels like walking in to a blast furnace. The blazing sun is only inches from the back of your head and the scorching concrete turns everyone into professional hot coal walkers. If you aren’t in shade, you’d better be wearing a hat or you’ll quickly turn in to a lobster.
Even inside the heat is oppressive. I’m sitting on the couch wearing next to nothing with the laptop in front of me, the cricket in the background and a pedestal fan on maximum. Thankfully, it’s a dry heat, otherwise it would be swampy and infinitely more uncomfortable.
Today is the kind of day where the clever folks crawl under a rock to shield themselves from the heat, crack open the cold ones and avoid strenuous activity. I certainly plan to.