This Is Not Winter

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess Normal,

I mean. Look at it. The leaves are not even off the trees. 

But if you add 6 months to July then this is theoretically January. I just don't know what to make of it all.

Feefs left this morning, after I had already gone to work. I worried that Cazza might be sad, because she loves Feefs, so I sent her supportive text messages during the day and gave her a tasty Trumpet after I got in from work.

I should explain. A "Trumpet" is like the Kiwi version of a Cornetto. And you should be ashamed of yourself for thinking anything else.

But Cazza actually seemed ok. She said it had been a bit quiet in the absence of Feefs, but she just got on with her work. "And anyway," she added, "another day and we would have ended up getting on each others' nerves."

That's sisters for you. But she enjoyed her Trumpet anyway.

S.