Two by two, clean and free. Socks on a line. Sunshine on the socks on a line. Birds OFF MY SOCKS ON THE LINE! Don’t like birds.

Sunshine has invaded our Autumn. What gives, sunshine? We’re confused. There’s nothing like socks on a line in the Autumn sun. It’s still hot too. The wardrobes of Australia are mighty confused. Winter/Summer/Winter/Summer. Winter comes in the morning, a chill in the air, dew on the grass. Little beads of cold sweat stick to the flyscreens.

By mid morning it’s summer. Layers are peeled, eyes squint and sunnies are donned. This is Australia. This is global warming, apparently. And still the socks are on the line. The socks don’t mind. As long as they dry. Why should I?