A Wintry Blast

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess,

It is only a week ago I was blithely w*nking on about how lovely and summery and warm it is here... oh look at me farting about outside in a t-shirt like a big fat eejit la la la...

Well that version of me deserves a SLAP!

(Ouch!)

Because apparently in posting that I CURSED New Zealand to a SUDDEN wintry blast. Honestly, these last few days have felt like being icicle-pegged by Princess Elsa.

(Ooya!)

It started on Monday night with torrential rain and a southerly gale bringing in Antarctic freshness. Hail, thunder and lightning have followed. I've gone to work for the past couple of days with ice-rain pelting me in the face and come home every night to find Er Indoors wearing several layers of clothing and putting her bottom on the panel-heater.

SO SHUT UP NEXT TIME EL PARSONES YOU HANDSOME FOOL.

There was talk about it at work, of course. Smock said, "Oh it's just a southerly, you can get these at ANY time."

Wait. What? You mean we can get vicious driving face-sleet in SUMMER too???

No one mentioned this before I emigrated. And here I am looking at YOU, Er Indoors!

So I've got the spare duvet out and put it on the couch. I love having a duvet on the couch. It makes the couch that bit MORE like a bed, only you are allowed telly and pizza and drinks and snacks also. 

But I am not the only one who loves a couch-duvet. As you can see, within MINUTES of putting it out and then going to get my pizza/biscuits/cheese and pesto toastie - the little hairy bandits arrived AND TOOK OVER.

This is them having the Big Catty Wash on it. For those people amongst you who do not have cats you should know that the Big Catty Wash always presages the Big Catty Nap. In other words, once these lads are done giving themselves a tongue-bath they will be asleep on MY couch on top of MY duvet for quite some time.

Eff it. I'm going back to bed. And if I get pesto on my pillow it is Punky & Jasper's fault.

S.