So I'm supposed to write a first post to say hello....well I'd rather say....is the world ending?
Living on a giant island can be pretty scary when it's a bit like someone left the oven on stupid high in the kitchen and someone else left the sprinklers on in the garden. So far this summer we've gone from 'why is it so hot? to 'why is it so wet?' to 'arrrg...where's my car?' (the answers are 'because it's Melbourne', 'because it's Melbourne' and 'because it's melted and/or floated away')
good job I have a fan and some stylin gumboots!