Yes I've spent many a night in the back of yonder Oz.
One or two, or more things about the various debates about climate change that have been good for my aging brain, is that I feel I have a more intimate portrait of the weather and my vocabulary; that I realise there is more to the Fremantle Doctor than it favouring Cottesloe in deference to Mundaring and that summer patterns don't walk in lockstep with end of year exams anymore.
I'm also thankful the move to asphalt instead of plain bitumen over my lifetime means I don't have to peel rocks and sticky off the bottom of my double pluggers anymore.
