After the Deluge

I’ve just checked and there is a bloke at the end of our street with a pile of wood and nails. Not to mention a variety of interesting looking hammers. He is calling himself Noah and I’m beginning to think that he isn’t that mad after all. I love the sub-tropical summer.

On the occasion of turning forty

Having experienced a numerically significant birthday in the last couple of weeks I don’t want to regale you with stories of my derring do or lists of expensive presents. I’d rather share with you a couple of quotes. The first is from a birthday card sent by my brother in law and his tribe: "being …