Temperature is rising

Finally! How we are longing for summer to arrive, after all that snow back home and then as the cherry on the cake, the coldest winter in sixty years (so we heard) here in Oz. Not cool.

But the good times are about to arrive, yesterday the thermometer hit 25 degrees and today I sat on our stamp-sized balcony, looking like a beetroot after just 30 minutes. But better a beetroot head and thongs than an ice cube on Uggs, I'd say. Thongs? No worries, I'm not sitting here in a G-string trying to put some colour on the poor freezing fanny (we moved to Australia, not Brazil, thank goodness). Here, we just mean the decent ol' flip-flops. So all I have to wax is the car, which we don't have, so more time for reading on our cozy little balcony.

Now before anybody starts questioning the hard life of a trophy wife without the rich husband: it IS a véry difficult book I'm reading, and I had to polish my toenails at the same time (bit naked otherwise, those flip-flops). Sigh.... It's hardship.