For most users in the diary site, I realise that Christmas for them will be one that is permeated with cold weather. Here in Australia, it is the middle of Summer. Supposedly the hottest Summer to ever come across our lands, so we were warned earlier this year. I look outside, a few clouds, little sun. Usually it is well over 30 degrees C, for the Americans, I am unsure of the conversion to F. Today's weather barely reaches 23 degrees. I mope about in long trousers and a jumper, when I should be in a white skirt and bikini top. Oh, how tart of me to even suggest that. I should be at a bbq, eating fresh prawns and lobster (although I hate seafood). I should be devouring salads and fruit (mango, pineapple, watermelon, nectarine, peach, paw paw, green melon, passionfruit), to name the very least. The middle of Christmas Day is dull. from 12pm to 7pm I have to be home. Home being Dad's house for lunch, and home being Mum's house for dinner. Then I may do as I please. Only 2 more hours of aunties with facial hair, uncles with beer guts, grandmothers who do not remember me and cousins who break my possessions and kick my shins.