It was cold this weekend, dry because ... you know non-existent drought in Victoria ... but reading weather because frankly too cold to battle it out the vague pointlessness of the garden.
From the Blurb:
Joel Fitch used to be a con artist.
That is, until his scam paid off but his life went belly up. Now, two years later, at the ripe old age of 22, Joel has a mattress full of cash and no idea what comes next. The movies never tell you what to do after you’ve walked into the sunset.