'It's hot. It's so fucking hot! The smell of eucalypt bursting from the branches fills the air mingled with melting bitumen. The heat from the tarry road cooks the soles of my feet through my flimsy thongs. Two sweaty, grumpy boys cling to each of my arms. I'm cross. I don't want their slick, sweaty hands on me. I want my space. I want them off me. They cling tighter. Ugh! I'm desperate to find us relief, to wander around the shops aimlessly in the pursuit of staying cool.' (Introduction)