I really can't tie this to any of my 101, but it's too good not to post about. It's rainy and cold. And here I need to defend myself. It may be a toasty 12 degrees centigrade, but my little terrace house has no radiators, no central heating, no fireplace... Basically no source of heating better than my doona (duvet for the non-Australians) - it feels cold. So I went to the supermarket for a new hot water bottle, decked out in an outfit to match the calibre of my night. The black opaques and merino sweater stayed on from this morning but then I dug up my oldest, daggiest track pants, traded my ugg boots for gumboots and topped it off with the BF's hoodie and a green umbrella. Picked up dinner supplies that were heavy on cheese, as well as the hot water bottle, and splashed in every puddle on the way there and the way back, via the bottle shop for red wine - bien sur. Arrived home to discover my flatmate's completely forgotten, completely unwatched season of Gossip Girl. Five episodes, half a bottle, and a mini magnum ice cream later, I can still hear the rain outside.
Friday, May 29, 2009
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