Melbourne is hot. Not, just now, in the questionable faux-leather undergarment sense of hot; more in the armpit-squelch-inducing sense. Exhibit A: my armpits.
You'd think that coming from Sydney, practically on the Equator, to the 'Bourne, just a notch north of Antarctica, I'd be moving from swelter to freeze. Or, if not freeze, then some kind of sensible temperature, compatible with the wearing of clothes and the exercising of brain. Think again, geographers. It's all I can do not to prostrate myself under my desk, with a wet rag across my forehead, and a couple of nearby penguins agitating their wings in a cooling fashion.
The good news is that I managed my first ever Melburnean clothes wash last night, and a week's worth of shirts and pantaloons dried on the line in 2 hours flat. Hot.
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I feel something of your pain. I'm trying to perfect a delicate conceptual turn gripping the coat tails of Benjamin (Walter) and I keep almost falling asleep -and it's not even *that* hot!
K (doesn't really have a thing for Walters- it's just coincidence).
I had a great uncle Walter. Somehow "Walt" (as in Whitman, or Disney) sounds a lot sassier. Winter can't come soon enough, I reckon. Or at the very least, autumn.
I think I'd opt for "Walter" over "Walt", because I don't like Disney, but Whitman does redeem it somewhat. But don't you sometimes wish people had names like that still? I bought a second-hand book which was "from the bookshelf of Winifred Hodgkinson". It's the sort of name that makes you wonder who Winifred was and what happened to her in the end.
I'm with you- bring on Autumn at the very least. Summer makes me ramble!
I like Mortimer.
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Winter will come soon enough, the Melbourne weather being as it is, and thank heavens for that. Also, the Melbourne weather has been up and down all summer; here's hoping it's dropped down to a temperate 20 degrees by now.
I'm off to nurse a coffee and a hangover, or at least one of those things.
38 degrees today, so they tells me. I've battened down the hatches and put the icetray in the freezer.
Condolences to your head. Hope the cawffee does the trick.
For Karen
I also have a book from the "bookshelf of Winifred Hodgkinson"
where did yours come from?
Carlos
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