Today is blustery and terribly Melbourne-esque. Spring dropped by to say hello and now he has gone away. Christmas is itching and the giant of mental tasks to slow down is hopping around like a jumping jack only ready to bite in frustration. There are books to be read – undecided, tea to be drunk – when there is milk, endless piles of washing and the gory tiredness that comes from dreaming about spending a whole day cleaning up after someone post sorting out your friend’s wedding dress the morning of their wedding – only in my mind. Why is it that date clashes abound this time of year? And days off still demand task after task, necessary or not. I would like to catch up with slowing down. Perhaps I need to learn to run backwards a while?