So many hills to climb in response to this. But the ear worm might be pointing to a hill of concrete. I may have mentioned that before I moved to Tasmania that my wife and I ran a restaurant in Melbourne.

That restaurant was called Sahara and there is certainly a deep well pool of stories there that I haven't yet dipped into.

The worst time of year was always summer. It was a solid brick and concrete building and when it heated up, it wouldn't cool down for days. Oh, how I wished it would have snowed.

What was that Rex? "If Lucy has her own hill why haven't I got one yet?"

Decisions. Decisions.