It's been a humid, windy, sometimes wet and mostly overcast January so far, just to make up for the cracker of a December we had.

Not that we're complaining; rainwater is so much more preferable than the alkanliny-tasting bore water, which in turn is better than having to buy a tank-load.

Me, I feel sorry for all those poor sods camping when the rain turns up. Drip, drip, drip on the roof, soggy sleeping bags, no sunshine to accompany you on the beach. Wot fun!

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    your hostess Fi (40, just) and currently residing in a big old house in rural Northland, New Zealand with my lovely English husband (known round here as the Other Harf), our daughter (currently Miss 9.10) and a menagarie of orphaned animals and over-extended relatives. Have mercy.

This month I am mostly appreciating jonquils...


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