Its Mee That is Warming!

100f in the shade on the patio thermometer meaning it is higher in the sun. Poor Posties and Tradies* are getting fried. No afternoon siesta here. The weather is a bit wild here today but it seems to be that way all over the world. I just wish we co

uld get through one day without hearing the words ‘global warming’. There is too much talk and not enough action. Even digging my kitchen peelings into the garden is supposed to help enrich the soil, and my coffee grounds not only keep snails at bay (they stick to snail slime), but they provide nitrogen. Every little helps, if everybody does it.

The grey water, as they call it here, is collected from my shower into a basin, and then I get my little watering can for the smaller plants outside. If everyone on the planet did just a couple of things as simple as these the compound effect should be very positive. Here at Lake Macquarie we are now on level 2 water restrictions which is really serious. We are allowed a 4 minute shower (I know -who is going to stand there with a stopwatch timing me for 4 of minutes in the shower lol.

We also have restrictions on hand-held hoses and other things. I always have containers out to collect any rain water for the garden and I am looking at getting a small plastic rainwater tank to collect water as it comes off the roof and down the drain pipe because when it does rain here it pours!

Clouds have been building up all afternoon over the ocean but on the BOM radar the cloud seems to be moving in a cyclonic movement, which could explain the gusts of wind we keep having.

Don’t know if you saw the huge hailstones that have been falling here but I have had experience of that in Singleton when a violent storm came carrying hailstones the size of golf balls and bigger.

The storm came literally screaming through the town and totally trashed my car that had just been got ready for sale. Silly me; because it was in a friend’s back yard supposedly safe, and the insurance has just run out, I did not bother to renew it until it got sold, which would have made the world of difference. In the end I came out $2,000 worse off on the sale of my car which was to be my holiday spending money when I got to the UK. It was really stressful to repair since the whole town needed their cars fixing too.

It is a long story, and that was my last car ( Holden Commodore automatic built like a tank!)

Click on photo for more info on the Aussie iconic car of the 1980’s. Now very collectable.

*Aussie slang for Postmen and Tradesmen. Of course Firies are firemen. Names and titles are always foreshortened here. eg I am always called Euni for Eunice

Published by Eunice C English

FormerFreelance journalist. Poet, writer, artist, photographer. Retired and coping with Parkinson's Plus, macular degeneration and other boring stuff but life is still interesting, if a bit of a challenge!

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