June is the first proper month of winter and although it's not cold by Northern Ireland standards it's chillier than I'd have imagined. I also wasn't expecting snow but it's forecast to be the best ski season in 10 years (not actually in Melbourne itself, but the slopes are under 3 hour's drive away). Maybe we can fit in a weekend's skiing in September if the snowfall is good enough.
Anyway, back to winter in Melbourne - I must say the Australians are a woosy bunch. When I was out running in my teeshirt and jogging pants last week I passed all these runners in woolly hats, fleeces and gloves - when I got home I checked the temperature and it was 10 degrees!
Well, it's only 1 week and 1 day to go before my first visit back home and although very excited, I am also extremely nervous about the flight over as it's just me and the 2 kids (Andy joins us on 2nd July). I will squeeze Max into a basinette, drug him, bribe Celia with chocolate and hope for the best!
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