Wasn't it hot! 40 degrees. I'm a lame duck in the heat. A wilting petal, for sure. A red rose in full bloom drooping downwards. Give me a beach, or some country hectares, and I'm fine, but confine me in the city and I head in doors and close the blinds. Ah!
Make it stop. (I'd rather be cold than very hot. That's not very Australian, I hear you say, sun bronzed Aussie and all that? Not some little queer in a fur lined hat? Well, I'm sorry about that, shattering all you dreams, I know, is whack. Haha.)
Having said that, I did manage to head out to Lygon Street for a double serving of passion fruit and pistachio ice cream. Yum
And I wonder why I'm getting fat? (not a clue, it must be some kind of allergy?)
I'm sure it's probably the hormones... or some such thing.
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