I'm an authentic Australian now...

It's bloody freezing in Sydney at the moment.
The last few sun-drenched days of Autumn have ebbed away and it seems like Winter is well and truly upon us.

And with my fourth winter down under, I think I can officially claim the title of Aussie.
Those of you who know me from the UK may remember that in the year before my departure to (ahem) sunnier climes, I bought a khaki-green parker coat - think more All Saints the British girl band rather than Quadrophenia. Regardless, it was my absolute pride and joy.

When I moved to Australia I debated what do to with it. I couldn't see the sense in bringing it all the way here, but at the same time, I couldn't part with it. Consequently, it has languished in my wardrobe for close to four years, and doubled as a make-shift sleeping bag...
until today.

Baltic-like temperatures in Bondi have meant that Sydney has been at a low of 10 degrees today (and a high of 18). Had I still been a Brit, I would no doubt be stripping off to my bathers in 18 degrees.
But today, in chilly Sydney, I put on my beloved coat. It's a bit bigger on me than it used to be, but its as warm as ever.