I’m writing this whilst lying down on a couch near a few windows where I slept in until midday. It’s a beautiful warm day (the first we’ve had in a while), I’m feeling very relaxed, almost everything is done, I should have a lot of free time today to do whatever I want. I can hear Freddy Mercury playing on the stereo and he’s asking “who wants to live forever?”

It would be quite ironic if it wasn’t for the fact that all I want to do is go back to sleep.

That’s irony, right?

Is it ironic to talk about irony without knowing what the definition of irony is? Yes, I know, Alanis Morrisette is always used as an example.

Whatever. I’m rambling. I drank a lot of wine last night and now I’m dazed. Maybe that’s why I find the weather so good.

It’s not like I haven’t seen nice weather before. I’ve probably seen too much, probably, if you think of all the years I’ve spent in Australia. Nowadays if I want to feel warm and enjoy the sunshine I just sit in the shade with my laptop heating my legs. It’s a much more comfortable experience.