You might have gathered from the news that it’s been raining kangaroos and funnel web spiders here in Australia over the past few days.
There’s this giant myth around the rest of the world that it’s sunny all year around here, and if you live in states of the country fortunate to have crocs and deadly jellyfish as opposed to Zara and WIFI, that’s probably true. Fortunately for us Sydneysiders, we get seasons, because living in God’s country, we need to be reminded about the harshness of life, to keep our feet firmly planted on the sand.
Mind you, they’re only mild seasonal changes – just enough of a dip in temperature to teach us the difference between bitch hot and a bit chilly.
Obviously I photographed the bra that I ONLY wear to watch Poldark and Chris Hemsworth movies.
Australia probably lost a bit of credibility in the weather stakes last weekend, and if our political stability hasn’t already put them off, I imagine that thousands of Brits are cancelling their visas at this very moment while the climate change doomsday mob rub their hands with glee, such was the Armageddon we experienced at the hands of nature.
The turtleneck jumper – one of the best fashion inventions EVER!
And while there are tons of great suggestions on the Internet about what to do on rainy days in Sydney, unfortunately most of them involve actually leaving the house, like this one:
And we were strictly told by our government NOT to go anywhere unless there was an emergency, such as running out of wine, so faced with two whole days at home, with hatches well and truly battened, rugged up, and thanking God that our parents forked out vast sums of their hard-earned money on swimming lessons, (just in case), I made up my own ‘To Do’ list.
If your glass is half-full, you’ll know that the good news about days like these is that they give you time to reflect, to catch up on house stuff or even spend some quality time with the kids. Then there’s my preferred option, of doing fuck all.
Here are my top tips for making the most of a rainy day:
- Remove your bra and make up and on no account wash your hair
- Ignore your husband until his Neanderthal exterior cracks with anxiety
- Wear those fugly turtle necks and holey leggings that you normally reserve for the anonymity of the slopes
- Wear your oldest, biggest, most comfortable undies because there’s no chance you’ll end up in the ER
- Cook up naughty foodstuffs that you’d never normally allow your body to partake of… because it is a temple. It’s raining. It might even be the end of the world. I made these butter and banana muffins, which didn’t quite meet health and safety regulations when both kids found a tiny slither of plastic in theirs. SO entitled!
- Simultaneously laugh at the jokes and rub your thighs at the sight of Ryan Reynold’s gloriously firm buttocks in Deadpool – there to remind you just how much you hate Blake Lively – then confuse your hormones and mix up the whole gamut of emotions by watching a weepy period drama – explain first to your teenage son that it isn’t a film about menstruation
- Paint your toenails, even though it’s winter and you did them three months ago
- Take the fridge leftovers out of the mouth of the dog and play an cooking invention challenge by knocking up the most amazing chicken soup to remind everyone how perfect you are and how you can rise to any challenge
- Say ‘no’ to your adult son when he implores you to play Monopoly with him and watch him crumble as you remind him you have no parental obligation to do that shit any more
- Prank call Optus and Telstra for all those times they’ve called you at 6pm at witching hour, when you’re only just managing to hold your shit together
- Delight in the therapy of a chin/mole plucking session
- Hide the Foxtel remote to ensure hubby does his 10,000 steps
- Do a family towel wash and lay them wet on the floors of your teenagers’ bedrooms
- Adele karaoke, anyone?
Any better suggestions?
Chicken soup made with a touch of smugness
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