Today was stinking hot. Sticky, humid heat that left us lying limp and gasping on the floor like piles of damp laundry. So mum and I went downstairs and washed the car.
Washing cars involves lots of water. And you don't even have to feel guilty about it when the dams are filling faster then they can dump the stuff. Cold water on a blazing hot day... mmmmm. Lots of gratuitous splashing.
If I understand the protocol, we should have been wearing Daisy Dukes and bikini tops while we did the job. But we stuck to old t-shirts and grubby shorts instead, and settled for pouting lasciviously every time we sluiced down the car roof with a bucket. Just to keep the tropes running.
More seriously, the hospital where Dr Tabubil is an intern has called a Code Brown: cancel all elective surgeries and clear all available beds and wards; the hospitals in Cairns are being evacuated tonight.
You lovely Cyclone Yasi, you.
You lovely Cyclone Yasi, you.
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