Thanks, I always get a bit flowery when I remember my youth in Australia. Yeah, the bluebottles on the west coast have a bit more bite to them than the ones in

Thanks, I always get a bit flowery when I remember my youth in Australia. Yeah, the bluebottles on the west coast have a bit more bite to them than the ones in Bondi, I think. It might also have something to do with me having been baked in the oven of the beach sands that day, as Dad fought to get me removed from the tangled sticky mess, which had covered most of my torso. It was a scorcher.