Temperature Shock
Can someone tell me what the sun looks like? Since coming home to Melbourne from a north Queensland holiday that bright yellow thing has vanished along with the 30+ lotion.
Two weeks of quality lolling - you can’t trump it. Under sequential blue heavens I devoured a swag of books - filling up the word tanks for springtime puzzles - and managed to fit in some snorkelling (parallel swimming with a turtle), army-ducking, body-bashing and cut-throat Jenga.
While I was away Radio National aired a couple of Astle-related matters - the first a review of Granta’s Young Americans, the transcript linked here, http://www.abc.net.au/rn/bookshow/stories/2007/1965512.htm as well as a whimsical doco composed by Sarah L’Estrange, looking at a short-story class I conducted back in April.
A cop story also ran in Sunday Life - my fly-on-wall visit to the Domestic Violence Unit in Macquarie Fields, as well as the somnolent postcode of Kyneton in Victoria. I’ll run that feature here in a short while, in case you’re not in the mag’s loop.
That’s about it for now. Still pining for el sol - though Melbourne does take an elegant turn for the Gothic round solstice time. Now wear did I put that astrakhan?