Every time - every fucking time - we get a neat line of small fires along a highway.
Either arsonist pricks or smoking pricks, but either way - pricks.
The Sikh volunteers are ready to roll. What gorgeous humans.
For those who don't know, they turn up at disasters and provide freshly cooked food, for free, for those who had to evacuate and anyone else who's around.
That warning area is getting too big. I'm loading some stuff into the car, when the winds pick up tomorrow anything could happen.
I am currently a long way from the fireground, but if Black Saturday 2009 taught me anything, the fire ground can come to you very, very rapidly.
Quiet day at work, good. Gives me time to stare blankly at the wall and gently melt. Today isn't AS repulsive out there, but the house is still holding a lot of heat from yesterday.
