This morning, I woke up early, as I always wake up early, to the sound of rain drops falling on the roof. I got up and headed downstairs. The house felt like freshly baked bread just taken out of the oven. I flung open all the windows and doors. It is one of life's joys feeling the cool air seep back into the house after a very hot day.
I made coffee and sat in the half dark morning and sipped my macchiato as the cool air started to make a difference all around me.
People say Melbourne weather is... well... they say an awful lot about Melbourne weather, but I love the fact that after very hot days you are guaranteed of a cool change. There is always relief on its way.
It rained for the rest of the morning. I gradually put more and more clothes on. First, I slipped on my hoodie. Then it was track pants instead of shorts. Then it was explorer socks when my feet started to get cold. But I kept the doors and windows open and the fresh air was glorious, despite the rain and rugging up.
I'm sitting on the floor at my coffee table cleaning out my emails, it seems like a good day for that. Otto crawls in under the coffee table between my legs. I don't know why they do it, maybe it is for warmth, but it is a favourite position. I keep looking through my emails deleting them. Brun crawls in under the coffee table next to Otto. Now I feel like I am in hospital in stirrups. 60 kilos of bulldogs between my thighs. It's not sustainable. I feel like I have hinges for hips and they are just about to give out.
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