Springtime Silliness

The Deep Workers gather this spring For a picnic — and no, not a thing on the agenda at all, bar a rug and a ball and whatever the afternoon brings. The forecast says sunshine — how sweet! Then Melbourne turns up in the street with a cold snap in tow and a wind off the snow, so wear shorts, but bring socks for your feet. The footy has wound to its end, the last of the sirens descend; then the clocks jump ahead and we're robbed of our bed, but the evenings — oh, how they extend. So come as you are, more or less: the unclenched, the tender, the mess. Put the armour away, let the shields drop today — we prefer you a little unpressed. Bring salad and sunscreen and heart, bring the you that you keep set apart, bring your sinuses too — Melbourne's pollen will do what the boardroom could never quite start. \\ There will be no catering (not even timtams!). Please bring a plate and drinks to share.