Still to adjust my dressing to Melbourne's weather patterns (or lack of). Bare legs today mean goosebumps. Though ankle socks and mary-janes keep my feet warm.

I attempted a deep dish apple pie last night with little in the way of instruction. Consequently, not enough sugar and a patchwork crust. Still, with a good dose of vanilla ice cream stirred through it was quite a treat! Kind of a homemade equivalent of my favoured 'Apple and Oatmeal' Heinz baby food.

Settled in for the night with a video copy of Catwalk - love a good fashion documentary (Unzipped can't be beat) - and was thrilled by the scene when Christy and Naomi dance wildly to Voice of the Beehive. Rugged up under a doona with my little heater pumping out the welcome warmth, makeshift apple pie being happily consumed... good times.

Listening to: Saint Etienne "Good Humour"