I sit here whining.
I am hot.
I am snarling at everyone
‘Stop hogging the fan.’
‘My boobs are sweating.’
Outside the temp has reached over 46C.
Hotter than I have ever known.
I whine and complain.
Then I look out the window. The air is choked with smoke. Bushfires surround us.
We are not in the path. We are safe. A minor annoyance, the clothes on the line will have to be washed again.
But my friends. My daughters friends.
Just a slight change in the wind direction and the wall of flames will be heading in their direction.
I have spoken to K’s husband, she has taken the kids into town and he is staying. I yelled at him. Damn Irish bastard, so fucking stubborn. Please be safe.
I can’t get a hold of S. And her heavily pregnant daughter. Due to give birth to twins in a few weeks.
Boo’s aide can see the flames from her yard. We were screaming at each other, getting more and more hysterical. I just want her to leave and come here. She wants to fight it.
The sky is now dark.
Red tinges, the smoke thick. My eyes are stinging and my shoulders covered in ash.
Blackened leaves being carried by the gale force hot winds.
Deliberately lit. That is what they are saying. Some fucker lit this to get their rocks off.
Animals dying. People terrorised. Homes, livestock, livelihoods destroyed.
String the fuckers up I say.
Charge them with attempted murder, destruction of property, animal creulty, fucking wasting water…
The smoke is so thick it is stinging my eyes. Tears streaming to clear the ash from my face.
Well that is my excuse anyway as the sun comes out and the lightning storm begins…
Please spare a thought for those caught up in these horrific bushfires and the volunteer firefighters (many of which are friends and collegues) that are out there risking their lives.