THIS is a popular local it’s-too-hot spot, judging by the utes, blue singlets and mocking gazes directed at our picnic. I am still only blowing 0.0005 as a bona fide country chick, though. A ways to go. I turned down a wild rabbit dinner tonight, and it’s not even like I was asked to slaughter it myself.
Keeper? Yes! Next time will try to thrash around less at the possibility of eels.
Hey man, now you're really living 
Couldn’t you just practise firmly squeezing Mr Thumpy to ease yourself into it?