I left work a little early and, much against my habits, caught a bus to go to Casa Iberica. It was a hot day and I revelled in the warmth (again - completely out of character). There was yarn bombing at the bus stop.
It was trying to storm when I caught the train home, but it was also sunny. I am long since accustomed to Melbourne having four seasons in one day, but four seasons at one time is a bit much.
I am reliably informed that this yerba maté is the best one and Casa Iberica has an abundance of it.
I remain obnoxiously cheerful.
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