Winter (apart from the fact that it is footy season) is, I must say, the worst time of year. You see, it is cold. And with the cold comes the need to wear extra clothing. Jackets and coats and scarves and hats and all kinds of things that get caught up in your hear and are heavy and never seem to look quite as good as a summer dress. It’s absolutely horrid. Winters became even worse since I moved to China, because upon moving here, I discovered one thing – Australian winters aren’t even that cold. At least it’s given me a new appreciation for the Australian “winter” (which, I’ve discovered, is not even cold by world standards). I still don’t like it though. Too cold.