Here’s a little numeric snap shot of the week that was:

5. The number of days over 40 degrees.

4. The number of days with heat-related public transport delays.

2. The number of thunderstorms.

2.5. The number of hours locked out of my house on a 40+ degree day.

200. The number of dollars spent on locksmith.

3. The number of beers consumed while waiting for locksmith.

300. The number of times I now check in my bag for keys when leaving the house.

I’m not going to lie. By midweek I was struggling to come up with anything that I might be able to include in my ‘happy days’ post for this week. It was hot and humid and my clothes stuck to me in unflattering places. It was hard to sleep. It was hard to eat anything that wasn’t salad. Everything seemed twice as difficult, twice a frustrating, half as fun. Still, the weekend came along in its charming weekendy way, the cool change rolled in, and suddenly things were looking up.

On Saturday I caught up with some dear friends who have just returned from some overseas gallivanting. They visited me for lunch and I baked and we chatted and it was all kinds of nice. Then I spent the afternoon/evening with my sister’s family, helping to stick up a wall decal, sipping sparkling wine, and doing my best storybook voices as I put my niece to bed. It was a good day.

Sunday saw me boarding a bus and heading out to the Adelaide Hills for the annual Crush Festival. Our trip took in three wineries (Barristers Block, Bird in Hand, and Maximilians) and each had a different vibe, with music, good food and fine wines being very much the order of the day. Sure, I went over budget, got a little bit sunburnt and drank an alarming amount of wine, but I’m not complaining. Well, I’m not now that I’ve had a ham and cheese toastie, a strong cup of tea, and some panadol to ease my aching head…

‘Til next time,