- Sunday was a scorcher - over 40 degrees! We did what any local would do, and headed down to our local beach - after I had worked for a couple of hours. In smart clothes. Outside. I melted!! Plus, I spent the last 30 minutes trying to decide if my little 'friend' was friendly or deadly...
- Our beach day followed a city day. Such a contrast summed up what I love about this versatile city: one day you can head to the beach, have a surf, then a quick change, tidy up dress up and head to the bright lights of downtown Sydney.
- I was a little over-excited at finding a jar of pickle when out shopping the other day. It wasn't just any pickle - it was Branston Pickle, and I didn't know you could get it out here. We had been rationing the jar we had bought over with us. Did this discovery mean there would be no more rationing? Or would it be like other foodstuffs and the taste/texture would be totally different to that we were used to?
We carried out the all important taste test. The result: we couldn't taste any difference between the two. Yey!
- I thought it strange one of the tomato plants seemed to have just stopped growing, whilst the other continued to reach for the sky. On closer inspection they appear to be different varieties entirely. (Which is good, as the short one seems to only be producing one tomato...)
- I was in the grocery store the other day, and actually started to listen to the lyrics to a well known Christmas song. I often wondered how 'Jingle Bells' with it's 'dashing through the snow' would translate out here. Well, apparently it's still 'Jingle Bells', but the, 'Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh' line is replaced with, 'Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day' and then, 'Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute'. Click here for the full lyrics (and translation of a few Aussie slang words).