38 Degrees of Separation

Christmas Day kicked off at 5.30 this morning when my son woke up and started into the presents. Within a couple of hours we were at the beach, not just an Australian Christmas tradition, but also, it turned out, an absolute necessity. Today was the second hottest Perth Christmas in the last 100 years, peaking at an infernal 40.7 degrees.

Did the rounds with the family and returned home to finish preparations for tomorrow's flight to the UK. We leave here at 4am and aim to be at Gatwick by half six on Wednesday night. Where they reckon it's going to be 3 degrees ...


I hope your yuletide's proving to be a little less extreme.