Winter Woollies and Wellies
Counting the months since I posted last, I realize that time has moved faster than I realized. Winter in Melbourne has been grey, cold and wet. Snow on the beaches, wild bitter winds that topple trees, hail damaged cars, tropical downpours – but worst of all – skies blanketed with charcoal edged storm clouds that blot out the sun. My body deprived of warmth aches inside out, flu is rife, sick leave is up and it’s hard to be cheerful in this sunshine deprived city. Like England, the main topic of conversation has been the weather. Like England, winter woollies, wellies, thermals, hats, scarves and gloves are being layered on as the population rugs up. Unlike England, the majority of us shiver in our brick and weather board houses with little or no heating or draft proofing. Arriving home from an office environment akin to the outer Hebrides on a blustery day because we cant turn the air conditioning off, I don a beanie, scarf, thick dressing gown, ugg boots and switch the money eating electric heater on. Never has cooking a meal seemed so appealing as it is an opportunity to soak up some of the heat given off by the oven and hobs. Sadly, I find myself reminiscing about my centrally gas heated house in the UK, remembering times I looked out on icy white streets snug and toasty indoors in nothing but shorts and teeshirt. Damm I miss radiators.