I’m on the north coast of NSW, moved from further south almost thirty years ago to get away from the cold winters and allergies in spring. We had a pile of rain two days ago and the view from my window is an expanse of water instead of drought-affected landscape. Now I’m in danger of being flooded in because my driveway is too boggy and a few trees have come down, but on the plus side it means that I’ll have a few days to write. Except the cricket is on the TV, which is way more appealing even though I loathe one team and have little faith in the ability / integrity of the other, so instead of opening my files I’m just procrastinating instead (only two more hours to waste). Oh well, I can always write another day, but our team of supposedly reformed cheaters waits for no one as they try to level this series...