Racing in the rain. The scent of petrichor and wet autumn leaves. The freedom of “raindrops falling on my head,” as B. J. Thomas sang in 1969, while our grins widen as we face the sky. Surely the passing drivers think we’ve lost our senses. We care not as our pace speeds up. Ah, the…

DOOTSY DOODLES Autumn usually peeks in during the first or second week of August long enough to stick its tongue out and leave for a few weeks. This time it cackled at us in mid-July although summer continues with no colours turned and temperatures still around 30 Celsius. Let’s enjoy the hum-roar of early morning…

DOOTSY DOODLES First the bad news. My Facebook page is frozen and the hacker wants me to make things right by having pictures taken of my face from all angles. My suspicious mind directed me to a policing office where it was indicated that the issue is a known fraud. If any of you are…