This week and last week, I've been surfing on a tide of lemsip. I've had a sore throat and a virus, which I probably developed from the combined dose of the Day in the Dirt followed by Bumbledorean air-conditioning and back-burning. A colleague suggested I take lemsip: I'm now a total convert, so much so that I think I've drunk about 25 sachets of the stuff, which is probably not great, as it contains paracetemol. I used to be a bit Thing about taking prescription drugs of any kind, painkillers or anti-biotics, for fear of what unnecessary things they might do to your body. But after having taken a small truckload of warfarin (aka 'rat poison') several years ago, I've become more cavalier about throwing drugs down the hatch.
The other downside of being so viral is that I haven't been able to exercise -- not since I came back from the US -- and the Old Peoples' Games are coming up at the end of the month. So I really should be training. I felt better today than I'd felt in a long while but not okay enough to go barrelling up and down hills or to brace myself against head winds. So I decided to go for a walk instead. I went back to the suburb where I used to live when I first came to Alice (the houses you see in some photos below) and walked along the ridge.
Enjoying the weather here at the moment, which is about 18--30 -- Sydney weather. The Anangu say there are seven seasons here; I've no idea what they are. Until I heard that, I would have said there was just the 'hot' season for about nine months and the 'cold' season for about three. But on reflection, there is a slight reprieve from Sept to early October when you're just waiting, waiting, waiting for the real hot to begin. I call it purple weather.