I stared out the fogged up kitchen windows this morning in dismay. Torrents of rain was bucketing down. Certainty not the weather to attempt to walk twenty five kilometres over the Seven Sydney Bridges. With no sign of respite, I decide that the only reasonable action to take is to pretend that i'm in London.
Kettle on the boil, i pop "Singing in the Rain" in the DVD player and let the loose leaf Earl Grey infuse. Delicious.
Only later do i venture out to Bourke Street Bakery. Double delicious.