Well, my transformation from Victorian to Queenslander is complete.
Not only do I own two pair of rubber thongs and have a bit of a tan happening but my number plates remind me that I am part of the Sunshine State. The transformation became complete yesterday when I registered my car in Queensland and collected my new number plates and, for some strange reason, all I could do was cry. It felt like I was betraying my Victorian family and friends. I know that sounds crazy, but this is my blog site and I'll cry if I want to.
That 'Sunshine State' is certainly living up to its reputation at the moment. It is really hot here and I am taking a while to get used to the heat and humidity. I go to aqua aerobics a couple of times a week because it is way too hot to do any other form of exercise at the moment.
I even relented and got the dog clipped - he was not a happy puppy I can tell you. When I brought him home from the groomers he hid out in the spare bedroom for the remainder of the day and for the first few days walks had to be taken under cover of darkness. However, he is now accustomed to it and I think he realises I did it for his own good and he is no longer sprawled out on the tiles panting although the above photo would contradict this. Most people have seen him now and have stopped laughing at him so that is probably helping his self-esteem. The last thing I need is to have to put the dog in therapy! Since the dog has been clipped, my vacuum cleaner has been having a well-earned rest. The house isn't filled with swirling dog hair and I'd forgotten what that was like. Just for the record, even the dog is now registered in Queensland. As I said, the transformation from Victorian to Queenslander is officially complete.
Not only do I own two pair of rubber thongs and have a bit of a tan happening but my number plates remind me that I am part of the Sunshine State. The transformation became complete yesterday when I registered my car in Queensland and collected my new number plates and, for some strange reason, all I could do was cry. It felt like I was betraying my Victorian family and friends. I know that sounds crazy, but this is my blog site and I'll cry if I want to.
That 'Sunshine State' is certainly living up to its reputation at the moment. It is really hot here and I am taking a while to get used to the heat and humidity. I go to aqua aerobics a couple of times a week because it is way too hot to do any other form of exercise at the moment.
I even relented and got the dog clipped - he was not a happy puppy I can tell you. When I brought him home from the groomers he hid out in the spare bedroom for the remainder of the day and for the first few days walks had to be taken under cover of darkness. However, he is now accustomed to it and I think he realises I did it for his own good and he is no longer sprawled out on the tiles panting although the above photo would contradict this. Most people have seen him now and have stopped laughing at him so that is probably helping his self-esteem. The last thing I need is to have to put the dog in therapy! Since the dog has been clipped, my vacuum cleaner has been having a well-earned rest. The house isn't filled with swirling dog hair and I'd forgotten what that was like. Just for the record, even the dog is now registered in Queensland. As I said, the transformation from Victorian to Queenslander is officially complete.