Fire and Ice

For those little sweat monkeys who love in the great city of Sydney the last week has been kinda strange. On Wednesday and Thursday we had some of the hottest temperatures in October for the last sixty years. It was fantastic, except I had to waste most of the sunshine locked in the dungeon's of Westfield's.

The noticeable thing about the weather outside was the decrease in the temperature inside. I'm not sure if it was relative but our shop especially felt to be getting colder. Which was not the best of things when we left home prepared for thirty eight degrees of swelter. There were some fantastic photos of crowded beaches in the newspapers, which I viewed from behind the counter, and sitting in our smoggy courtyard playing guitar as the light faded was a treat.

But something wasn't right, I had a major problem at night, namely the lack of flyscreens on our apartment and our ground floor location forced me to keep the door shut as I lay sleeping. I woke many times on Wednesday night just to take a sip of water and move to a less sweat drenched part of the mattress.

So my blogging for this Friday shall consist of another list, seems I am getting into the habit of presenting things this way I might as well give in to the grinch and call it:

Top Ten Things That Are Crap When It's Hot

(worst to worstest - 1 to 10)

1. Shopping centres with more people than floor space.
2. People recoil from many individuals who seem to have forgotten the meaning of the word deodorant.
3. Every few seconds is punctuated with the Aussie Salute as we wave away the swarms of blow flies.
4. It only takes a few seconds without a hat to have a face like a beetroot while feeling the roots of cancer settle in.
5. Every gust of wind brings a sneeze or a cough. Pharmacists rub their hands with glee as the masses flock to chemists to purchase their preferred anti-histamine flavour. (The taste they leave in our mouths is almost worth it's own point.)
6. Windows open. Which means that if you live in high density apartment housing you begin to hear every little sound that might be made, especially the show tunes from the freaks opposite us that are played as loud as their system will allow.
7. People begin to snap and snipe without discrimination. The simplest things can set of the most level headed drunkards in the park. The customers battling the crowds are worse.
8. Lethargy invades every domestic action. The only thing that I could be bothered doing was clomping to the fridge to get another beer and even that was borderline.
9. Every news service in the country shows people smart enough to skip work and head for the beach. Even crowded Codgee beach would be great on these days, I can handle the crowds for the numerous topless bathers.
10. Waking up with wet thighs and a puddle around your groin, taking the tentative sniff of dipped fingers to be relived that you haven't made an 'oopsie' during your slumber.

Well it's almost time to start packing up the shop.

Peace out.