it’s hot, last day of the year, six oclock and it’s still thirty eight and a half in the shade, or a hundred if you like, that sounds hotter anyway.
I’m usually nice and comfy in my hanging flower pot, but the flamin’ sun really had some sting in it and I’ve been sweltering. You’d think that Jan would have come and topped me up with some cool water before now.
New Years Day tomorrow, and there’s supposed to be a cool change, can’t come soon enough for me, the way I feel at the moment I doubt I’ll manage the jump on to the kitchen window to catch a couple of moths for supper.
It’s a frog’s life….. Happy New Year everyone.
I’m a Peron’s Treefrog, Litoria peronii