It's been warm here. Sorry, hot.

I love it and all, but there's something about a British winter. I'm not talking about the winter when I'm stood outside in the snow and gale force winds freezing my butthole off, but I'm talking about when I get home from such torture and the heating is on (or fire), my doggy is lying on the couch and my pj's are on the radiator. Omg, putting on warm pyjamas after being in the cold is the greatest thing ever.

Then I put on my slipper boots and boot my dog off the couch and sit in the spot she made warm with her butt. Then I get my Mummy to make me hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream and we watch some lovely TV in the snug warm.


Aussie warm is just a sticky, humid, insect ridden mess.