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You can tell that summer is drawing close. I've been to three barbeques in four weeks, the Christmas tree on the corner of Collins and Swanston is up, and The Age has already had one story declaring that the State is a tinderbox. For me this means no classes, frantic shopping for birthday and Christmas presents for my sister's kids and the possibly vain hope that my corner of the office will stop feeling like the arse end of Alaska.
West coast summers are much better than eastern ones in Australia; the heat is dry without any humidity. Even though I'm possibly on the wrong side of the continent for my preferred definition of a good summer, I'm really looking forward to it this year. Not sure why - maybe just that 'anticipation of change' thing kicking in again.
West coast summers are much better than eastern ones in Australia; the heat is dry without any humidity. Even though I'm possibly on the wrong side of the continent for my preferred definition of a good summer, I'm really looking forward to it this year. Not sure why - maybe just that 'anticipation of change' thing kicking in again.
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