When I started writing this column I began with a piece about the beginning of summer and the preparations I had to make to get my self in some sort of presentable order for the coming months of warm weather attire. I got myself plucked, waxed, sprayed and painted in preparation for martinis in bikinis. I was so excited by the thought of sunny days at the beach and balmy nights on my balcony overlooking Tamarama. Late afternoon swims with the family at North Bondi followed by barbequed seafood in the evening. Even the thought of a rogue mosquito dive-bombing my ear in the night fills me with nostalgia for the bygone days of summer 2007.