Once was a time, when the Australian was such a simple bloke, that all the water we needed was just enough to hose the footpath and ferment hops. Now we have grown in sophistication and need water to put in the radiator of the imported hummer monstrosity, a drop or two for the pool, a drenching amount to wet down the agapanthus and other introduced nuisance weeds and a summer supply to see the show-off lawn out the front through the harsh reality of January to March, a farce lawn which we bequeath on neighbours we don’t know, to no effect, for little reason.
It will be fun when we remember where we live, the driest continent, and act accordingly.
