Into September and into better weather.... marginally.
I've really felt the cold this winter. The houses here aren't as well equipped for the cooler temperatures than those in UK. Double glazing is virtually unheard of and those who are lucky enough to have it, have either sold a kidney to be able to afford it or have bought property with it already in situ.
We've borrowed a few portable heaters from friends and have had the air con system in our bedroom on reverse but getting the boys out of bed and up for school is no mean feat when it's been on the chilly side.
The house renovations - newly dubbed Operation Ugly Duckling - are coming on nicely. Too slowly for me, but nicely enough. This time in four years we'll be straight - just in time for us to have been here long enough to be eligible to apply for Citizenship of the country.
We have just converted an existing car port into a bedroom. Then we will move eldest son out of his bedroom and into that one. His former bedroom will become my kitchen after two walls have been knocked to the ground. The current kitchen will become his eventual bedroom after we've all had a go at 'musical rooms'. Only the tune to this version of the game is the resonating sound of a drill, woodsaw and a sledgehammer.
Add onto that, the installation of a replacement car port and a whole heap of other work and we'll be done.
I've spent the best part of this week's days off painting guttering and keeping the kids entertained as they've embarked on another two week break from school. It's still a bit on the chilly side for beach trips and the sun is a long time coming back to us.
Locals tell us that they've always remembered watching the AFL grand final from the coolness of their backyard pools - but this weekend's forecast gives a best of a measly 20C. That wouldn't get me in the water for no-one, no matter if our team wins or not.
In fact, the last time I set eyes on the players from our fave team, Collingwood, I was bathing with them all on my day off at the springs a few weeks ago as they relaxed on a weekend of male bonding before the big game... and I only get in these pools because they are naturally heated to 50C and cooled down for spa guests to between 37-42C.
Maybe it's just as well I'm at work on grand final day, out of the way of cool pools, and able to take advantage of the warmed up geothermal pools and my birthday gift from the management - a massage of my choice.
Us day spa girls get so spoilt....
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