The difference between two numbers is the excess of one over the other.

Some time in the month o' August, I think it wur, I found myself in London wi'out a tarnation cent.

But it was good milk to drink and after crossing the six-week desert of milklessness, it tasted of ambrosia.

Temperatures in the western suburbs of Sydney, far from the upmarket beachside glamour, reached 47C (117F) last week, topping the 44C I experienced there the week before. For reference, if it reached 47C in the middle of the Sahara desert, that would be an unusually hot day.