Without sounding like a whingeing Pom, I’m hot.
Not like that, well, maybe. No. Hot to the blood boiling core.
Summer in Melbourne has been glorious.
Blue skies and sunshine. Open air pools and sea swims. Cool beers and barbies.
(never mind the endless applications of sunscreen and the feel of a sweaty bum – mine I might add)
I love Australian summers.
So why am I craving Autumn?
I lovingly stroked a onesie* while out shopping the other day. I imagined myself curled up of the sofa while wearing it and clutching a hot water bottle in one hand and a hot chocolate in the other.
Electric blankets, rainy days watching movies, snuggles under duvets, stews, soups, these are the things I want right now.
Not the rehearsal for the menopause I am currently experiencing, where it feel like my core body temperature doesn’t drop below 40.
I’m sorry summer, but I’m done.
Let the leaves turn, the fruit ripen and the cool change stay.
Because I am desperate for a onesie.
*footed pyjamas (judge away)
Are you craving a seasonal change?