I scream

Here comes the rain again. There goes the sun. With it, the warmth, the sparkle, the spring in my step. The joy I get from sunshine and heat, is so physical, it can almost be touched. I know I bang on about it... often. Though after a run of beautiful Summery days, the gloom and darkness today presented, was all a bit too much. Add to this, a cranky, loud, 16 month old, from the precise moment he woke. And yet again, a broken camera. Yet again, a lens error. Yet again, it will take up to a month to repair. So I'm without my favourite appendage and back to the old, OLD faithful, clunky, not so snazzy camera, for a few weeks at least.

But amongst all the drear, this misery guts found some magical highlights. My new bright red pants. These babies are redder than red hot. Fabulously festive too. Wearing them made me feel extra funky today. Visiting my parents and having a good old chinwag with my Mama, whilst the boys ran amok played. Embracing the disgustingly cold, rainy, Wintery conditions, by donning my luxuriously cosy Ugg boots (which HAD been put away until next Winter). And because I needed an indulgent mood lift, a couple of generous scoops of Bulla Creamy Classics Boysenberry ice-cream. I'm pretty sure this is a new flavour too. I make it my business to know all the flavours on offer in the supermarket and hadn't seen this one before. Full cream, rich veins of boysenberry rippled throughout. Deeeeelicious.