Hot lunch

The heat is setting in. This morning it was quite bearable, and even quite pleasant while hanging little itty-bitty socks and singlets on the clothes line, the garden smelt sweet and the breeze was slightly sea-ish reminding me of the slick of zinc cream and coconut oil. I opened all the doors and windows to let the air in and Amelia kicked her chubby legs on the lounge room floor while staring out at the blue sky and waving plant tops. But now it’s getting hot hot hot. I hate this heat and it’s at times like this when I am oh so tempted to leave this otherwise comfortable lifestyle and take up the opportunity to live in Big-P’s home country and find a wild and freezing coastline – like out of The Shipping News. But the gals are coming over today… pea and bron and kylie. We are going to drink some of that punch I told you about and I am cooking a risotto (was that a stupid idea? I will have to stand over a hot saucepan to stir the stock into the rice) and have made little christmas chocolate balls out of biscuits and condensed milk and coconut like we used to make in kindergarten. I am looking forward to today despite the climbing temperature.