UK readers of this newspaper will be delighted to hear that I'm absolutely freezing!
The Mornington Peninsula weather here just now is messing around with both my head and my wardrobe and the boys are beside themselves at having to apply pre-school sunscreen while the living room gas fire's on at full pelt.
The mornings are cold but come lunchtime, temperatures usually soar and then drop right back down to where they started 9 hours previous ... but we are heading into Melbourne's autumn.
Yesterday, we watched the rain lash down on the balcony, only to clear up within the hour leaving the garden looking refreshed and thankful. It may just be my imagination but at one point, I was sure I heared the plants in their borders slurping away at the rainfall, not knowing when the next lot was going to drop.
One day I'm in two piece swimwear, the next I'm togged upto the neck in a woolly jumper and boots but at least it seems the more I don, the less chance the mozzies have of replenishing their dwindling stocks on me. I have bites the size of golf balls and am sometimes glad of the cooler days that seem to stop them in their greedy tracks.
But we'll be moving away from the trees and semi-ruralness of our Peninsula beach house in McCrae next week, swapping it for a two-living-four-bedded-two-bathed-gaff in the sprawling metropolis that is Mornington.
It's here where we think we'll be laying our hats in the months that follow so renting here for the best part of a year will give us the opportunity to find our feet and put down some roots.
Meeting new people is a slow process and I'm hoping our move will lead me in the direction of human traffic. The boys will be signed up for everything I can get a leaflet on whether they like it or not and I may even join a fitness class myself.
I can hear the sniggers from HERE...!
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