I never thought I say this but I can't wait till September. Not because it's my birthday, or because I miss seeing my friends but because: maybe...maybe it will get a bit warmer.
We have the heating on constantly (and it's very odd type of heating too, there are floor vents in every room and the heating blows warm air periodically through them.) Not that it's of any use. The whole place reminds me of the dratted trip to Cornwall were we stayed in a caravan, during winter holidays with no heating. Its like that. Only worse somehow.
I suspect that it's that way because, well it's Australia. Where are the parrots, and kangaroos and hot weather? Maybe that's it.
Or maybe it's because I'm constantly ill. You know not fully... but, under the weather I guess.
Or quite simply maybe it's the cold. The fact that I haven't felt warm for so long, the fact that even thought I'm wearing two jumpers and knitted socks I still can feel the cold. My hands and fingers and feet are still cold and numb.
All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair,
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
Lot's of chocolate for me to eat.
Lot's of coal making lots of heat.
Warm face, warm hands, warm feet,
Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
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