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We went to the top of Mount Franklin last Monday (as it was a public holiday) and I finally got to see snow. It was truly beautiful and at times I felt as though I was in another world, or at least in another country.
As someone who has only ever lived in either the desert or the tropics it was a real experience for me. I have to confess that I spent most of the time in the car with the heater on, but I did make sure to make and throw at least one snowball.
We had a little get together last night, it was mostly just the people I work with; they're a great bunch. The fire bin made it possible for us to be outside and not die of cold. The police turned up at 11:30 to tell us to turn down our music. We offered them beer and they told us not to tempt them. Nice lads, they were.
It was the first time I've ever worn a mini skirt!
The cool kids.
There is just nothing better than a fire bin on a cold night.
Chicken cacciatore. Meat is sooo much better cooked on the bone. This was so delicious!
This is what I take to work for lunch most days.
Life is still good. We had the coldest maximum temperature in 43 years last week, and I survived it! At least it wasn't the coldest minimum.
Daniel has a little cold and a bit of an earache. He's just woken up from a lovely afternoon nap and is having tomato soup and toast for dinner. I'm about to tear up a barbecued chicken and cook it in cream and garlic or something and serve it with fettuccine. Mmmmmm.