Not Fit for Santa

While I was in hot hot Brisbane this past weekend, it got cold cold cold in Sydney. When the temperature in the apartment dropped to 58 degrees (F), Crash decided it was high time we got a heater.

Who wouldn't want to cuddle up to this cute little fire hazard at night?



(If we squint our eyes, it's almost just like a fireplace. It heats semi-decently, but I don't think Santa will be shimmying down this thing anytime soon.)