It came and has now went.
A lovely drop of rain with it.
It came and has now went.
A lovely drop of rain with it.
Storm clouds above a yellow sky.
Quite a storm.
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With just weeks of diesel reserves and 90% reliance on imported refined fuel, Australia remains dangerously exposed to global shocks. Reforming the $12bn Fuel Tax Credit is now a national security imperative.
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1, but I hope not.
A man sitting on the ground outside the shops asked me to buy him some chick peas. βThese onesβ, he said, holding up a box, βYou get them from the Indian shop.β So after getting a few items for myself from the supermarket I went to the Indian shop.
When I came out heβd gone.
Good prank!
"... itβs getting quite close to the full yearsβ worth of rainfall in the past seven days ..."
Extreme weather across Australia due to #ClimateChange. #FossilFuelCorporates & complicit media downplay severity & responsibility. Lives are being ruined. Insurance will soon be unaffordable. π π¦πΊ π¨ π§οΈ π
Slept in until 7:30 AM. It was blissful. Now late for work but it was worth it.
I very much identify with this. May your heart be strong and steady.
Very sensible. I had every window and door open before I pedalled off to work. Could be a damp homecoming!
To add to rΓ©sumΓ©:
Strategic placement of buckets and bins during severe weather events.
Womenβs bodies and invasive medicine.
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I honestly canβt imagine why anyone in their right mind would visit the US now. Pity anyone working in the tourist trade.
I agree. There was a beautiful contentment for Janie in those final pages.
Iβm late, but just finished reading it today. I wondered why Tea Cake had to smack Janie to prove his love of her, or her love of him. I wondered if his end was an echo of that attack on her: the violence that echoed through their love.
Once upon a timeβ¦
I shall!
Evenings Joanne. The jam is delicious! I havenβt had any since I scraped the pot clean, but I will bake some bread tomorrow and crack a fresh jar.
Evenings Ian
Paging Tethys.
Tethys to the smiting area, please.
This is so ridiculous.
In London these images are on a frickin billboard!
Your health system is completely terrible with a capital F.
[Poem] Looking Back by Ursula K. Le Guin Remember me before I was a heap of salt, the laughing child who seldom did as she was told or came when she was called, the merry girl who became Lotβs bride, the happy woman who loved her wicked city. Do not remember me with pity. I saw you plodding on ahead into the desert of your pitiless faith. Those springs are dry, that earth is dead. I looked back, not forward, into death. Forgiving rains dissolve me, and I come still disobedient, still happy,Β home.
By Ursula Le Guin
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What a wise woman she was.
The world seems duller without her.
Seriously tempted!
My neighbourβs dog wakes me up every night. Last night it kept me awake until midnight and then started again at 5AM.
Iβm not my best self today.
Ooh I bet thatβs delicious!
Five jars of blackberry jam.
Jam.