Sometimes you think the Apocalypse doesn’t go away. It just takes new and frightful forms. No sooner was the lockdown over – even as Daniel Andrews was appropriating massive new powers to himself by Act of Parliament – than we found ourselves thinking we were in the opening scene of The Wizard of Oz and the window was going to fly off to nowhere in quiet Hawthorn, as trees were fallen, electricity wires were tumbling down, direly and dangerously, and we found ourselves without power or heating or hot water for four long late spring Melbourne days.