Weeks of high temperatures were brought to their knees by the mother of all storms. I tried and failed to call Sydney for the rest of the day, and most of the night. But I was okay. Trey and Gemma were great company, we watched so many DVDs I lost count, and they helped to reassure me that my kids were okay. There were miles away, and the storm was a localized thing that would lose momentum if and when it hit them. Arlo was the best companion, though. He hopped up into the bed as I lay awake at half midnight, trying to make sense of my future plans, in my half asleep state.
I wanted to make a success of the job, and as I lay on my side I thought about the team I'd take with me, guys I'd worked with and relied on for years. I thought about location, and I fancied a little change. Something
