It’s bin night.
Someone finally noticed “their” recycle bin didn’t have their street number on it, and have returned it to my driveway. It’s got some of their recycling in it, but otherwise it’s pristine.
And thus my inaction (I didn’t get around to ringing the council yet to replace my stolen bin) is rewarded.
Yesterday it got to 42.1°C (that’s 108°F for those of you in the countries still using that retro measurement), before a refreshing cool change virtually halved the temperature.
I was pleasantly surprised at how cool it was inside, given my house is weatherboard and has no airconditioning. At its hottest, the thermostat reported 30°C, and the use of simple fans and cold drinks made this bearable.
So while I have considered installing airconditioning, given the cost of installation and running, that the electricity is generated from brown coal (emission-O-rama!), and that the house is bearable even in that heat, I don’t consider it compelling at this stage. Maybe I’ll have reconsidered by the end of the summer.