I was burrowed so deep in a tangle of patchwork blankets and bizarre early morning dreams that I missed the alarm. Then it took me a good ten mins to psyche myself up to take my clothes off and then another ten to throw myself out of the boiling hot shower to kit up. Today I seem to be wearing three layers of clothing on my legs and four on my chest. Le sigh.
Each autumn I congratulate myself that I am now a true Canberran and at the first frost I know it ain't so. As I write I am watching the sunlight refracting off the patches of silver on the grass - a kaleidoscope of colour.
Cold but beautiful.