As I'm laying on my bed (not IN my bed, because it's too hot to have anything covering over oneself tonight), I'm thinking about the difference in my world here and my world back in Canada. I don't think I could sleep if it was below, say, 24C in my room. Back at home, if you keep the thermostat above, say, 21C, you're roasting alive in the house. What am I going to do?
Over here, I generally wear skirts and sandals. How am I going to cope with wearing, get this, JEANS, with socks and shoes (or even boots!) for the next three months? How do you keep your toes from shrivelling up when they're confined in real shoes and socks all the time?
I'm just hoping my body remembers how to deal with winter and all that involves as soon as I step off the plane! Ten more days. Ten more days. That only includes 6 more working days (officially). I probably have about 15 working days worth of stuff to get done in those 6 days! So why am I sitting here blogging and spending the evening watching an episode of Life on Mars? Well, I guess 'cause otherwise, I don't think I would make it through the next ten days! Ten more days. That's it. Ten more days!
By the way, I'm not quite finished Series 2 of Life on Mars, so don't you dare mention anything in the comments that might give the ending away! I'm getting a bit obsessed about it, though. Even the voice in my head has put on a Manchester accent - "Hey Guv, pu' the ke'el on. I need a cuppa tea..."
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