In life, there are two things that I have always hated with a passion: soup and scarves!
On my last day in Melbourne when the temperature dropped down to 12c from 30c, and the wind was worse than in Wellington, and the rain was non-stop thundering down, and I was plodding through the Queen Victoria Market with sore feet and cold bones, I gave in to both of my dislikes.
I bought a scarf. I got myself a bowl of soup.
Ooohhhh, yes, the scarf was so so so cuddly, and the soup gave my insides a deliciously warm feeling . Suddenly my world was better in a nice rainbows and roses sort of way.
Have I been converted? Who knows? It's hard to break a 50 decade aversion. Tune in on the next really cold Wellington day. The story continues ...
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below: another pic of Queen Victoria Night Market:
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