Yes, awesome weather. Not so awesome? Pushing the mower at 11.45am on Saturday, sweating up a righteous storm, then realising I'm due at the hairdresser by noon. I changed my t-shirt but continued to sweat profusely in the car en route (despite windows down + arms raised to encourage the flow of air) and then again in the chair. Poor old M, my hairdresser, must have been revolted. However, he managed to keep a straight face and didn't even punish me too much with the hairdryer, which was kind of him. I had to run straight to a bbq following the hair cut...I may have been vaguely, um, glowing, but at least I had good hair, right?
(Well, I've had it cut to what I believe is known as clavicle length in bloggy circles. So hot right now. However, because I'm
There are three Mondays left, after today, until the Christmas holidays. I am unbelievably stoked about that fact. I am absolutely desperate for a proper break. Not that I deserve it, per se, but I want it very, very much. Cannot wait. Having all that about undeserving and desperation, I'm taking next Friday off too for a jaunt to Sydney. Watch out Australia, I want to be in you. NAOW. I am going to have one of those terribly cliched weekend city breaks in which one takes in basically none of the cultural life but trashes their credit card and eats/drinks/drops etc. We have a few friends in Sydney, so there'll be a spot of visiting and hopefully some beach time too. Ha, poor Sydney, looking at this pasty bum!
So. That's te karere for today. Fin.