Brizbn

Did I mention how cold it gets in Melbn? Apparently, Saturday was the coldest day here for 65 years. It got down to 3c, too close to zero for these people and their unheated homes.

I need to defrost. There is an aeroplane leaving at 8pm from Tullamarine (Melbn’s euphoniously-named airport) with a seat on it for me. A few hours later, the plane will land in Brisbane, and early the next day I will seek out a beach, take my Raymond Chandler novels, and sit and read for a week. I’ll break for toilet and water, but that’s it. I’m looking forward to allowing my bones to defrost a while under the Queensland sun.

So I probably won’t be writing much here for a week or so. Sorry, Michael. You’ll have to read something else over breakfast.