It’s raining every day, I’m wearing gloves inside, and I can no longer tell if my washing is wet or just cold.
We have (hopefully) reached the coldest part of the year, particularly in Melbourne where I sit in my draughty, run-down rental flat. The cat is even snuggling into the dog for warmth, which is really saying something.
At this time of year, I love nothing more than making a cup of hot choccy, wrapping myself in several of my nanna’s homemade blankets, and popping a film on the projector (though TVs and laptops work just as well).
