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the seasons have changed like clockwork.  three nights ago it was summer and so hot we had the fan running in our bedroom all night. tonight, in true tasmanian fashion, the wind is cold enough to reach your bones and the rain is rattling down, icy and pin-prick sharp. 

no more typing, my fingers are numb, and i hear the siren song of my electric blanket and my copy of 'harry potter and the deathly hallows'...