I have only just started out. I am less than half a kilometre from home. Admittedly, it is hot – about thirty-three degrees centigrade – but, even so, I cannot understand how I can be so out of condition because I ride in the heat almost every day. Nevertheless, water is trickling in small rivulets down from my hair and and over my forehead and cheeks. With the back of a hand I wipe away the beads of water collecting under my jaw.

A bit of a breeze is blowing and I don’t even feel hot – I have acclimatised to the Queensland temperatures – but my hair is soaked.

“Is something wrong with me?” I ask myself (silently, of course).

A droplet falls and hits my left calf as I round the corner into Easy Street (love that name!).

“Crikey!” I say aloud (in my Australian dialect).

As I follow the road around to the left another droplet falls, this time hitting my right thigh.

Then I remember and laugh aloud. All is well – it rained last night! I always hang my helmet upside down from the handlebars, as you can see from the photographs….

Later on, when I have more time, I’ll tell you about the day the handsome pilot’s children came to do my housework.