Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.

What cruel, inhuman, rotten scoundrel devised this week’s Theme Thursday topic?

One cannot express the dismay that accompanies writing a post about SUMMER, when it has been relentlessly raining for the past three hours.

Oh yes, I shall write about summer, shall I?

I'll write about summer when it’s dark when I leave for work, and it’s dark when I come home from work.

I'll write about summer when it’s freezing in the morning waiting at the bus stop, and it is freezing when I wait at the bus stop to get home from work.

I'll write about summer when it’s been raining when I leave home for work, it’s raining when I get home from work.

I'll write about summer when the fact is that I hate work.

I'll write about summer when, in their infinite wisdom, Metro Tasmania have decided that WINTER would be a good time to dick around with the bus routes to Hobart’s eastern shore, which entails standing around for extended periods – exposed to the dark, cold and rainy elements – wondering if a bus will come along soon.

So you want me to write about SUMMER do you?

BAH!

The best that I can do is a photo of a bloke in a kayak paddling past the Aurora Australis. The reflection from the orange sun give off the illusion that it is warmer than it actually is.