Following Shula’s lead on this one, a heat wave breakfast at my Mum’s desk (with cranky toddler at the other end of the house, being cuddled by Nanna) before I start work for the day.

It’s been a rough week. Not helped by the Bloke’s colleague saying “yeah, we had to spend the whole weekend in the pool” or others complaining in anticipation of high power bills because of their air conditioning. We’ve been outside only when absolutely necessary to fling our buckets of shower water at the garden. So now we’re clinging to this forecast the way some people believe in the possibility of a grand final victory or the second coming: a shower or two possible this evening or tonight.

Icecream coffee and fruity yoghurt

Edit: 6.30pm, 21 degrees outside, considerably warmer inside. No sign of rain… I did actually sort of do gardening though, I pulled out the dead cosmos flowers.