Leaf blowers are a scourge in the cities and suburbs. Here, we are rushing headlong into summer grass growing weather - have been for a while now, dammit - which means that those who mow then feel obliged to blow the cuttings around the neighbourhood.

A pox on them! May their chooks turn into emus and kick their dunnies down! *

(Old Ozzie curse translation: 'may your chickens turn into large flightless birds which kick your outhouses down'.