Sunday, December 10, 2006

Just one wafer-thin mint...

After enduring a day of smoky heat, I decided last night that I'd shout the family dinner at a local restaurant. "Family" consisted of me, Bike Boy and The Baby - the other two were hanging out with their mates. No cooking and no dishes sounded like a brilliant idea to everyone.

So we tried a new place and had a really delicious meal....but there was a little over-indulgence. Three courses are really a bit much for me these days, but I just can't resist a good dessert - and the blood plum tart looked (and was) fantastic. By the time we finished, I felt like Terry Jones' character, Mr Creosote from Monty Python's Meaning of Life. Bleurgh.

I think today, I shall eat lightly......


It's still disgustingly smoky outside and the forecast today is for 37 degrees. Ugh.

The wind dropped last night so the fires didn't spread as far as the CFA feared, but they're bracing for a bad day today. One of the biggest problems is that some of the worst fires are in the inaccessible high country - no chance of getting water tankers in there. Apparently, firefighters (including some of your cute Kiwis, Sara) have been dropped by helicopter into the mountains - those are some brave guys! The water bombers were no use yesterday, the smoke was too thick and they simply couldn't fly through it - way too risky, with zero visibility.

I loved this photo, from The Age reader's gallery:

And the caption: High on a hill, looking over the bridge to where the MCG used to be visible. In case you don't get it, that's (more or less) the first line from the Paul Kelly song Leaps and Bounds. OK, so it's a Melbourne thing, but we all love that ugly Nylex clock on top of the old silo.

1 comment:

Kathryn said...

The fires are so scary at the moment. I just hope the skies open up and it pours with rain to dampen everything.

Post a comment

Join the conversation...leave a comment.