Told you it was grey, didn't I?
It's a grey, chilly day in Melbourne and I've been out and about all day, freezing my bum off and being cranky and impatient with everyone and everything.
But now I'm home in bed, wearing my comfy flannelette pyjama pants and New York hoodie, with my hot water bottle in my lap and music playing. Aaaaahhh. That's better. (Yes, I know it's only 4.40pm. What of it?)