At the risk of sounding like one of those annoying people who always find something to complain about, I'm going to...complain. About the weather.
December was such a total disappointment in terms of weather, because even though it was supposed to be high summer by then the actual conditions were depressingly similar to those of mid-winter.
But January couldn't have been more different. Going from December to January was akin to leaving mid-winter Wellington on a jet plane (temperatures in the single digits and a bracing galeforce southerly for extra chill) and landing in the Aussie outback (30-something degrees C in the shade) a few hours later. It's been a shock to the system and I still haven't gotten over it.
As I did a lazy shuffle down to the pharmacy (for some Nurofen for The Little Madam), this afternoon, be-hatted, sun-glassed and a little sweaty, I wondered whether the hot days are hotter that they used to be or whether I'm just getting too old to tolerate the temperature extremes.
I suppose the answer, really, is less clothing and more swims.
3 comments:
Less clothing and more swims is always the answer to the weather.
Except here where it's -30C this morning, ha,ha..
Right now it is soooo cold here. I do guess you need more swimming and I need more clothing. Keep warm, I mean cool.
happy and blue 2: in your case it would be more clothing, more hot toddies :-)
angela: I should really follow TLM's example and take a cool bath. That would work.
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