It is moving into Winter in Melbourne.
Deep, deep in my winter closet I find the jumper Stefan bought from the second hand shop when he visited me years ago. A hideous, terrible jumper that even the second hand shop was surprised they managed to sell.
When Stefan left I tried to give this jumper to a dirty, alcoholic homeless man who had defecated in his pants and left it rather than clean himself - he wouldn't take the jumper - he said -
"I don't want people seeing me wearing that."
So once a year I wear this jumper in memory of my distant friend Stefan.
