Bath time.

Flying visit from the brother and SIL. I need tea. Lots of tea.

Good Morning Tiny Dancers. Smokey in the valley today, but that's because the Otways are on fire, not from the Longwood one. Depressing.

Standing down. Chooks are back in the shed. Wind has settled and we should be good.

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.