Sign Of The Times.

I smelt the first distinctive udue of the first Barbeqeue of the srason drifting across Wyndham Road last night. With a decent  weekend forecast the Barbies will be out, the tinnies drunk, the shorts will be dragged out of the back of the wardrobe and the english will be playing at being Australians again.  It was never like this back in the day. I blame global warming.