The days grow shorter and the air, much cooler. It begins to feel like winter. Again. Immediate tunes begin to play in my head. Over and over. Nat King Col - The Christmas Song. A song of roasting chestnuts. The thing is, it isn’t Christmas. It’s June. And although this should be normal for a girl who grew up in Australia - moving continents, living elsewhere, swapping hemispheres – it messes with you. Gets your inner time teller all confused. Even Taj the dog agrees. His fur, after tw...