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Waiting for winter.

The thought of winter is what gets me through summer. I have a heat pump that will cool the house down in minutes relieving one from the exhausting heat, but it dents the power bill and I'd rather endure the heat. Our house is in a position where the kitchen and dining area get the sun first and the lounge and bedrooms get it last, so it's hotter in the house through the evening.

2 more months of this before it starts to cool down enough to wear a jacket. It's something I'm looking forward to, but more than that .. winter follows a few months later which can only mean one thing and it's cruel sometimes to a point where it seems impossible to tolerate the cold, yet there is an assured perverse dignity in it.
Rugby Season.
I do love it.

Pre-Season in March. I religiously look every day on the HBRU site to see if draws are out yet so I can mark dates in my planner.

9.37am and the child is still asleep.


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