Winter in Brisbane is a fickle mistress. It’s not really a traditional seasonal relationship. She stays with some intensity for a few days before giving way to the insistent sunshine. She might blow in again in a week or two. She might blow us off all together and just spend her time with the cool (freezing) kids down south. Which is frustrating for a person who enjoys winter, mostly because of the laziness factor.
I’m not a high maintenance girl. My eyebrows are seldom tidy, my fingernails resemble an nine-year old boys and I’m not well acquainted with the iron. So winter is basically an awesome excuse to justify my general grooming laziness.