And I thought Melbourne was cold

First thought as I step out of Canberra airport today - "I should have brought gloves". It was a balmy -1 degrees outside. -1?!

On return to Melbourne, with the angst cloud that is Canberra still hanging over my head, I've come to the sad conclusion that I'll probably die of some kind of lifestyle illness. I participate in far too many of the things that are bad for you to actually be able to get away with it. It's either that or I'll die in jail after going on a mad rampage, hunting down and killing people who misuse "your" and "you're", or use apostrophes pluratively, rather than in the contractive or possessive forms.

Actually that's probably not true, I'm not really the violent type, bad grammar just irritates me on a level with those last few grains of sand that seem to find their way in your bed after a day at the beach. You know the ones, the ones that no matter how hard you try to brush them out they always gravitate right back towards the spot you're lying in.*

Oh and I discovered one thing starting with C that I don't like - Canberra.

*that said, I'm fairly certain there will be at least one, if not many, instances of bad grammar in this blog. Feel free to point them out.