Brisbane has been sweltering through a heatwave this week. I have no idea what the definition of a heatwave is, but when your husband comes to bed at midnight and tells you that it’s 30 degrees and 80% humidity, I feel safe in calling it a heatwave. What I loved this week is primarily air conditioning. In my office (though not when I’m the first person at work and it has been off all night), in my car and oh-so-thankfully, at home. I don’t even care any more what my electricity bill will come out at.