Rather Be

It’s supposed to be summer here. But the gales are howling, the rain is running and there’s even been a tornado. It’s a horrible 19 degrees Celsius, that’s horrible because it’s not hot enough to wear shorts but not cold enough to wear actual winter clothes and every time I step outside the wind blows my hair and it sticks to my lipgloss which then leads to me trying to flick it off with my tongue because the feeling of lipglossed hair on fingers is really gross. Such as hassle.

I’ve been having a bit of a fantasy for the last few weeks about being holed up in a cottage in the English countryside. Wearing layers of clothing, rambling across paddocks, cosy fires and copious cups of tea. That way, I could just read and ramble and not actually have to do anything. Or I could become more consistent with writing a blog (now that would be a nice change wouldn’t it?).

Here’s what I’m thinking:


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