At the moment, my loungeroom looks a lot like a super-budget workshop. Newspaper all over the floor, the smell of molten wax in the air and a bunch of foil I've been using as an 'iron condom' for our clothes iron so I can wax my snowboard without completely fucking our iron. Hooray.
Was just hit by the realisation that exactly this time last year, I'd landed in Naples, was eating the world's best pizza , checking out the little village that Charlotte's ancestors heralded from and visiting Pompeii.
Now I'm in a loungeroom/workshop in Collingwood, inventing the 'iron condom' and waiting for wax to dry... How's that for contrast?