The relentless sun beats down.

It seems only yesterday that I posted the following.

Terrible blizzard in the South East.

Terrible blizzard this morning in the South East, at least two inches of snow.

No breakfast this morning, Oates ran out.

We’re all going to die.

For God’s sake look after our people.

Now in the twinkling of an eye the whole situation has changed beyond recognition.

It feels as if I'm lost in the wastelands of the Kalahari desert, I have discarded my pith hat, or to give it it's proper name sola topee, the relentless sun is now  beating down on my naked neck, my last water bottle ran out hours ago.

I don't think I'm going to make it, tell my wife I love her, I did my best, but I'm afraid someone else will have to continue my mission and finish cutting the lawn!