In case you didn't know, Australia is burnin' baby. We are in the midst of a heatwave, bushfires, astronomical temperatures, Suffocation.
Daz came home from work on Friday and said
I think I'm going to die soon.
Oh really? I say
Yep, me, and JD he says.
He said – Over 70 people have died in the last week from the heat. 40 of them were old people and the rest were airconditioning mechanics.
And really, what a stupid career choice. An airconditoining mechanic. You are guaranteed that on all the hottest days in summer, you are going to be working in a place that has no working airconditioning. Either that or you will be in a pub that has no cold beer.
Tonight we went to the pub for dinner, it's about 100 metres away . (I've been painting in Lizzies room since 8 this morning and couldn't be stuffed cooking dinner). When we left the house, we walked about 50 metres and I felt like sitting in the gutter and calling a taxi.
We live in one of the hottest towns in NSW. Every night we watch the weather report on the news and we go – YAY, we won, we got the hottest again. People come to visit and say – why is it always so hot here. Every time we drive into this town it just looks hot.
At the moment Melbourne and Adelaide are copping the heat. We laugh at them. Awful to say and not in a mean way at all . But they are just not used to this awful heat. I bet a lot of them don't even have airconditioning. So when these heatwaves come, they're not prepared for it. I guess at least if you live in a hot shit hole all the time, you don't get any nasty surprises. I remember a couple of years ago our town was burning and we all lay around on lounges with those hairdresser water spray bottles spraying ourselves with them.
Tomorrow's forecast – hotter
Here's Kimba. She's hot.