The 5 km walk with the dog during the hottest part of today taught me a valuable lesson about sun cream, hats and water bottles, none of which I'd taken. I had also forgotten to zinc cream the dog's nose, which is as pink as a baby's bottom. We chased shade the whole way, though the sun was so high there was almost none, and it was a toss up as to who was getting the most stressed from the heat. How could I have been that stupid? When did the Summer Thermals begin, and why wasn't I told?
Angel lived up to his name by valiantly dragging me up the big hill at the end, and for his trouble he got watered down first when we got home. Only the faint recollection that I had once been a civilized person prevented me from pushing him out of the way and dunking my head in his water dish. It took an hour, and two litres of iced water, before my heart rate dropped to something remotely resembling normal.
Non-Australians might find this all a bit melodramatic and exaggerated, and to them I say...
You try living without a fucking ozone layer, and see how far YOU get.
Did I meantion that I love Winter? And that Eastern Victoria's already on fire?