Two very contradictory experiences this week which reminded me both of the impact that Canada, my current country of abode has had on my life, and of my inherent undeniable Aussie-ness.
The latter: me tearing up in the grocery store upon hearing Midnight Oil on the radio.
The former: A phone conversation with my mother-in-law that went something like this:
Me: “Oh, it’s been really hot here for the past week.”
Her: “What temperature is hot?”
Me: “Well, we’ve had two days of seven degrees.”