Coincidentally, during the hottest day the state has had in 10 years we ended up having three intertwined events to sauna in.
We had a family gathering, celebrating all our 7 January birthdays.
Our freezer broke.
Sol and Jo brought over a great slobbering dog. We began calling it Angus because we always hear some guy yelling that name at his dog when we visit the river. We were somehow right.
It was Australia day. You know the one where you're encouraged to dress up as a kangaroo and worship the flag.
So the thronging crowds made to day more bearable, as did the steaming pile of mush that used to be icecream or beer. We mopped it up with flags, and Angus.
I think the heat brings out me being whiney.
1 comment:
you didn't write about the big sweaty dog.
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