I count myself lucky, given the power chaos yesterday. I got out of the city just before things really got
pair pear-shaped (even if the train was an old non-aircon one, at least it was moving, and not too crowded, and we opened all the windows, which helped a bit). Marita was, I think, less fortunate: her train was packed to the rafters, though airconditioned.
Spent some of the evening sitting on the back porch, sipping cool drinks and watching out for invading cockroaches. Got three in about an hour. That Baygon spray stuff is marvellous.
A possum stopped past to say hello. Sat on the edge of the roof for a few minutes, watching, waiting, probably silently complaining about the heat. A bit rough when you have a fur coat, I suppose.