HOT!

It does get hot in Canada.  It even gets to 40 degrees.  But, I'm afraid, it's not the same 40 degrees as here:  I used to know that the UV Index was a scale of 1 to 10.

Australia is a different place:  the sunburnt land is like a scorched land where you're afraid to pick up a tool if you left it in the sun for smoko, where you can actually feel the sun burning exposed skin when the UV reaches impossible numbers...  11...  12...  13.  Crazy.

Today, in Section A, I knew that I was lucky.  In the middle of the wonderful old heart of Rookwood, Damian & I had some shade and some breeze:  but I was singing an old Prince Buster Ska song all day–  "This town is too hot".  I'm doing okay in the heat, and Damian & I managed to get some good work done, but I've learned a real respect for Australians over last summer and now this one.  Maybe they're a bit soft in the winter (from a Canadian perspective), but they're troopers in the heat.  Good on ya!

(And good on Derek, the GM of the Anglican & General Trusts, who sent us home early.  I'm on the train now [airconditioned thankfully]...  with some afternoon carving and a cold drink soon!)