It's Not Cold Is It?

I think I'm losing it. I'm losing my cold tolerance. My body thinks 17 degs is a bit chilly.

It's not. I'm going soft here in Sydney where the Asian students wear t-shirts with a scarf as their winter outfit.

Women wear long boots all year round because ... they're not for winter are they? That's not enough time to wear your lovely expensive boots.

And you see people with gloves on. I still don't really get that. Once again, it's just a case of wearing gloves for the sake of it. Gloves are nice.

This winter does already seem to be colder than the ones we've had in the last couple of years. There's a lot less rain too. I'm back recycling water out of the shower to get my struggling new grass to grow. Real grass. It's green and fluffy and needs plenty of water. That's probably why it died out from chunks of space on our small back lawn. For some reason I've assumed I'm the right person to rectify the lack of grass. It's turned out to be a bit of a struggle. New Zealanders aren't used to struggling to get grass to grow!

To make matters even more confusing this house we live in now, out in the deep dark suburbs, seems to be very good at keeping cool. Too cool. It was warmer outside yesterday then it was in the house, I have to figure out a way to let the warm air in. Opening the windows when the house is already cold seems a total contradiction. But that's the way it works here.

I fear the only way I'll preserve this grass patch is by taking a photo of it and putting it up here on this blog.