Not the #summer post I was going to write

In 2013 and now again in 2015, I’m running and doing the 52 Week Deadly Bloggers Challenge. I’ve changed the topics a bit from last year, but some of them have remained. I’ve just realised, in trying, and miserably failing, to do the 2nd topic – SUMMER, that I have unpublished posts on the same thing in two separate years. Continue reading Not the #summer post I was going to write

(not really) Winter

It’s 8pm, and I’m wearing thongs, though I do have a scarf on.

This is winter in Brisbane.

It’s the season where for a few days in an official three month season you get to wear boots, jackets, leather and scarves. I have jackets that are years old but barely worn. Same goes for my knee length boots. It’s their third season, but not at all worn out. My winter cardies are probably a decade old, but still hold their own.

I’m sure it’s hard to dispute the assertion that Brisbane winters are simply perfect, being neither too hot nor too cold.

We like to complain that winter is, well, wintery. But we can’t, it’s just not. Right now it’s 18 degrees. In June. The middle of winter.

Could we really live anywhere else?