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05 February 2011 @ 10:37 pm
Damn you, Bureau of Meterology!  
Last weekend was stinking hot, and the BOM apologetically informed us all that it would only get worse through the week. 'But,' they said, 'Next weekend will be cooler.'

This was a lie. Today was 40 (104°F) and at the moment it's 10.20pm and 33 (er, 90-ish? I don't know, it's too hot to brain). I have spent the entire day eating ice cream and reading a book in front of a fan. I had a phone interview to do with a chap who is also in Sydney, we both kept forgetting words, but each completely understood, because all of us have brains of sago at the moment. I promised to make him sound much, much smarter when I write it up.

Spent ten minutes outside watering the plants, had to have a little sit-down for an hour. Since the plants were having what could have been a terminal sit-down before I went out, it was essential. I took a vote in the garden and it was unanimous -- the plants would like the United States and Norway to take all of our excess heat. Which is now 25°C-worth of spare, so that should bring some of you up to a glorious 7 or 8.

The BOM has promised me that tomorrow will be cooler. I hope so -- I have a tea date with my mother and she gets the better of me when it is too hot. Last time this happened, I found myself at a dinner party with six of her ex-girlfriends, three of whom were having a fight with her. Don't ask me how this happened, I still have no idea. And yet, not our most ridiculous meal ...
 
 
 
blamebramptonblamebrampton on February 5th, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)
I've never fully acclimatised. For me May to August is just lovely, the rest of the year is usually too hot, but not unbearably so save for summer.