So, this week autumn has come to Sydney.
The waterbed heater has been turned on, and the winter doona is on the bed.
The kids are sleeping in long-sleeved-long-legged pyjamas.
The skies are that brilliant autumn blue that only comes with ice crystal refraction in the upper atmosphere, but the days are warm, with a breeze just cool enough to make one seek out the sunny spots in the garden.
The brilliant purple of Tibouchina shrubs and trees in every third garden is brightening the streets.
The fashion victims are already wearing special new autumn boots.
And I've got a head cold, and the computer screen makes my head hurt. Light blogging until the sinuses clear up, dear readers.