Rain, so much rain lately. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful. It's just funny that the forecast predicted sunny, warmer days for the first week of the holidays, but nothing could be further from the truth. Grand final today, and somehow the football players survived. Not that I'm vaguely interested, but Geelong won against St Kilda. I feel as if I'm on another planet; football means nothing to me, although sometimes I think - wouldn't it be good to feel the solidarity that comes from that passionate team loyalty. I've seen families base their whole Winter socialising around football. Then get depressed when the season is over ('What will we do now?') Very foreign to me. Oh well, each to his own.
Borrow for the holidays – new non-fiction
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