Although yesterday had really taken the biscuit - 41 degrees or more across the city - the expected Southerly change didn't happen overnight. Indeed it was still 33 degrees at midnight, and didn't get below 27 even early in the morning.
I know - I was up at 5 again. Tom likes to get up early on a warm day.
By the time we were on the 0905 a373 from Randwick to the city, a bus we caught in a rather more exciting manner than was strictly necessary, the young lad had fallen asleep.
He was still asleep when we started to roll through the park. I don't think I've ever walked through Hyde Park so early on a Sunday, and although a few bearded types were lurking about, no-one was actually playing.
So - our first game of Big Chess. I wonder if we could make a Big Chess on our new terrace?
By the time we'd wrapped the game, it was getting genuinely hot again. Izel needed relief.
Terrific light though. SOmething about really hot weather - it's like it burns through the air and strikes the ground in a bolder 'get out of my way' kind of manner.
Art Gallery was delicious, but not as delicious as the Southerly change that's just arrived half an hour ago.
SO I've been listening to a lot of cricket in the last couple of weeks...
One more habit I can dispense with now. No more cricket :-(
However that does free up time for other things - doing my tax return for 09/10 for example, there's always a cheeky load of washing to be done, I could clean up the desktop, vacuum the floor, feed the cat ...
Instead I'm blogging and with a serious point. The photo above demonstrates just a small corner of the sweeping changes enacted by my wife (Cristina) upon the kitchen that serves so well our generously proportioned family (except for Izel - whom the kitchen does serve, but who is not generously proportioned).
One or two things still to be done, but by jingo I think we can lick it. If not we'll just eat outside more often.
Why name a font after a medieval siege engine? APparently those wits at Microsoft were one day discussing whether it would be possible to launch Angry Sam, the barmy English programmer with the BO and the vacuous conversation, from his nook to the sef-serve cafe a mile away on campus? Mr V Connare, a font designer, thought the word 'trebuchet' might serve both to deal with the limey, and also make a neat title for the new san-serif font he'd been designing (the one with the splayed edges on the uppercase M and curved tail on the lower case l)