I have been looking forward to heading to the beach this weekend for approximately two months. The thought of diving under waves at blissful Twilight beach has been getting me through hot days and nights in this dust bowl.

So, of course, it’s only natural that a tropical low brought on by a bloody cyclone up north  will bring delightfully heinous weather to the region this weekend.

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Of course. So I will be packing sweaters instead of bikinis. Coats instead of summer dresses. But really, I should have picked up on a sign from last week:

I have NEVER broken a pair of sunglasses in my life. Until last week when two pairs mysteriously broke apart in my hands. Even though they were both cheap/free (the tortoiseshell pair are from Diva and the black pair I found in my desk drawer at work?! Sorry Emma*…) I am annoyed because I really liked both pairs.

Really I should have seen it as a sign: my sunglasses are topping themselves because they won’t be needed this weekend. Because there will be no sun.

Dramatic but true.

Positive side note: at least this will give us time to get really good at Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus the board game. Bec bought it from an op shop and we played it at a BBQ last weekend, with hilarious outcomes. How a self help book can be converted into a board game is anyone’s guess.

(*Emma sat at my desk before she moved to Perth, she also left a packet of nail files… win!)