I Want To Be Warm

"I'm in Queensland! I should be warm!"

Roger resolutely donned his t-shirt and shorts, willfully ignoring the winter that nipped at his toes as he sat shivering in the Mapleton morning sunshine.  "It's not fair. I was cold all last year and in a week I'll be going south and be cold again."

 

Some of us were upset because the sun was out but not doing its job.

We had a fantastic view of the Glasshouse Mountains on our way to Toowoomba.

Winter slapped a bitter wind across his face and whistled under the door of our unit in Toowoomba.  Nothing much, including the weather, had changed in Toowoomba in the two years since we were last there.  We both had to work and after six months of employment Roger finally got to go and do actual work at his employer's office, wearing a shirt and proper pants and shoes like a grown-up instead of slumming in front of a computer in his trackie daks.  Me? I was, as usual, in the second bedroom of our unit with my head stuck somewhere in SW Qld and an onerous 5-meter commute to the kitchen for coffee.  As to my dress code, that's between me and my pyjamas and that's all I have to say about that.

No pyjamas here!

 

With the contempt bred of familiarity we didn't visit the beautiful places Toowoomba had to offer, spending our free time on the tea-and-cake catch-up circuit again. We hadn't even gotten organised enough to have a proper inspection of our house so we had to satisfy ourselves with a visit to the park instead, from which we could reassure ourselves that the view was indeed still there.

With that sorted it was off down the hill for us and on our way to check into our... unique... Air Bnb on the Redcliffe Peninsula and go for a short walk along the beach.

The Glasshouse Mountains made a cameo appearance as we crossed the bridge to the Redcliffe Peninsula.

 

"Aah," said Roger, reveling in the sea breeze as it stroked his bare arms. "This is how winter ought to be!

 

Home for a couple of nights: Woody Point.