Everyone is wilting because it is so frigging hot and every threatened rain fall fails to be anything more than a sad spit.
We went to New Farm Park briefly this afternoon. There was a breeze coming off the river, in much the same way as hot air blasts you in the face when you open a fan-forced oven.
So the visit was brief and even then it required stopping at the water bubbler. There is no such thing as cold water in Brisbane at the moment. I think the lettering in the taps is in French where a c is for chaud or hot. But it's better than nothing - just.
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