Pulling the doona
up over my head -
Another winter solstice comes, and goes, here in South Eastern Australia.
The solstice always makes me feel like we should be heading off to some deserted rural location, and building a massive bonfire, and drinking large qualities of home-made beer (flavoured with pine needles), and tearing off most of our clothes . . . and painting ourselves with woad . . . and . . . and . . . cavorting . . .
So, who’s with me?
Anyone . . . ? No one . . . ?
Oh, fine then. I’m going back to bed.
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