Bring on the Ice Age . . .

I'm officially over summer . . .March is here with a vengeance and el ninio has long gone. It's hot, sticky, wet . . . some might find it erotic but I think it sucks. I long for a long, loose sweater and sheepskin slippers, an outside bonfire, my Nepalese hat to keep my ears warm and an extra doona at night. I hate the humidity, it renders me useless after about 2.00pm . . . all I can do is dip and dry, drink icy drinks, more dip and dry . . .can't function, can't cook, can't move. New Zealand is looking very attractive to me at the moment!