So with the weather "playing silly buggers" (thanks for the sweet phrase, Nanna) our anticipated schedules of beaching, barbequing and hammock-dwelling are having to be replaced with your more 'tracksuit appropriate' activities. Having said this, I would strongly urge you to try and resist actually pulling on a pair of trackies in summer. It's akin to jet lag; you will just confuse your poor old body and it will think it's okay to also cease going to the gym, cancel pending beauty treatments, bathe in hot chocolate and eat triple helpings of stroganoff followed by a comforting serve of warm plum pud'.
I am thinking more... catching up on movies, reading a good book, immersing yourself in the thrill of a 10,000-piece jigsaw puzzle, designing your own line of finger-painted gift wrap, or crocheting a bikini. Or perhaps boiling up a nice big vat of mulled wine could be your thing. For once, it will actually be appropriate to serve hot shiraz in Australia at Christmastime.
Whatever exhilarating activities you come up with, my Christmas wish is that you make it through to the other side of La Niña with your mood and your waistline intact.
Mele Kalikimaka (Mel-ay Ka-Lik-Ee-Ma-Ka).
('Merry Christmas' in Hawaiian. 'I'm off to get my hot chips' in Alexandra'iian.)