Scorchio

Despite the fact that it's supposedly only 24 degrees today, it feels a good deal hotter than that. It was a warm night just gone, too (18 degrees min); I had a bit of a lie in as I didn't sleep too well, which meant going for a morning run at 10am - much later than normal and which I will not do again for a while unless it's overcast - it was pretty hot. I bought some 30+ SPF sun cream today - it is, mercifully, so much cheaper than the UK due to being subsidised by the government - 200ml of Nivea for $13 (around £7).


So I went for my morning coffee with my favourite book (Gould's Book of Fish, which I'm reading again because it's just awesome and I now know a reasonable amount about Tasmania's convict history), then to 'Sushiman' to pick up what I normally have for lunch - salmon and chicken with avocado in rice packets, with soy sauce and wasabi, followed by a banana.


This afternoon I will be registering with some office temping agencies, and doing a bit of catch up work on my course.


I have mostly resisted the temptation to wear shorts, but that's becoming increasingly difficult due to the weather. I don't really want to inflict the sight of my legs on the world, but it also presents me with a foot apparel dilemma. I had thought nothing of wearing my (excellent) sandals, but I have been informed, in no uncertain terms, that these are not the sort of thing to be worn in these parts (i.e. I look like an English tourist). Instead, I should wear 'thongs', i.e. flip-flops. Now I do own a pair of these - I bought them for one of my trips to the Philippines, but they and my feet enjoyed a disharmonious relationship, so I have, until now, given them the boot. I have attempted to defend my sandals on the basis that they cost me £55 in 1998, and I've worn them on four continents, in the Himalayas, the Andes, the Atlas and the Pacific, Atlantic, Indian Oceans... I could go on... and they are still excellent. Quite simply, they are the best piece of footwear I have ever purchased. However in defending them as 'practical' and that I didn't care what people thought, I became aware that I sounded distinctly like my father. So, should I put my foot down and persist with my timeless pair of comfy Tiva's, or dip my toe in to the fickle waters of modernity, keep step with fashion and shoe-horn my way in to the abrasive thongs? You decide - the poll is on the left. Ok, I'll put a sock in it and resist any more foot related puns.