This description of summertime in New Zealand might be a little flowery and overly nostalgic. But it made me start looking forward to our trip on Friday.
I especially love this passage:
Summer is sunburned and snoozing, stoned and sated, sizzling a sausage, smoking outside in the warm evening, wanting and having sex, having and not wanting another drink but, oh well, it can't hurt. Summer is playing all sorts of games - summer is the dumb, happy childishness of New Zealand life. No one is around to tell us what to do, apart from the police, the fire service, surf lifesavers and the Department of Conservation.
Politics has closed down. Prime Minister Helen Clark is on holiday; you imagine her clenching her teeth as she stares down some light reading. The man who may be our next prime minister, John Key, is on holiday; you imagine him lying by the pool as he listens to audio tapes on how to develop charisma.
Read the rest here, shivering away in your icy Northern Hemisphere winters, and envy me my summer!