by Bonnie Pockley
This week had been hot again. Hot like an an arid, waterless, wasteland. Hot like being stuck in a ventless steaming sauna. It must have something to do with the already dry earth and the already heated building since nothing has cooled down properly nor gone back to normal since the last run of 40+ days.
The twins and I – having grown tired of coming up with activities to do inside – ventured out for a bit of quiet relief in a favourite air-conditioned cafe. We ordered a small but rich gluten free chocolate cake (a treat for the children) then spent an hour or so on our little round lacquered table reading Peepo and drinking black coffee with iced-cold water and fresh OJ.