TA is sad - he's missed out on ten centimetres. 'S no big deal,' I say to him, but we both know that's not true. Depth does matter. TA imagines how much fun he could be having taking the pupster and Sprout out to play. Cold seems like such a comforting, cosy idea when it's 40C outside.
Meanwhile, in the sweat and stink of our little study, we hatch our plans for world domination and financial security. It's a strange time to be launching a new business, except Australia - for the most part - seems to be singing 'la, la, la - it's not happening' while sticking collective fingers in ears. It really is all upside down here.