What about this Weather

Ok Cherubs,

I know its cold over there but at least its pretty and you get a day off work when the so called grown ups don’t show. Everything’s heated and if it’s not then put on more clothes, buy a fur, new boots, that doesn’t sound so bad. Here its just hot and the heat shimmer off the parking lot is not pretty, believe me. There’s a limit to the amount of clothing you can take off, O sure , apron free days sound lovely but you’ve still got to wear the scratchy pilled indestructible rayon polo shirt which absorbs nothing and least it did has thick plastic paint logo emblazoned thirty centimetre square across the back. No option to buy your own cotton version and no escape from the leather covered shoes. Add to this our un-ventilated warehouse style cathedral of commerce, never intended for human occupation, an unending stream of sheep clutching handfuls of Rudd Dollars and complaining “hot in here isn’t it” never hearing the obvious “leave, go to the pool, pub, home” reply, stifled in our throats by the expectation of our happy friendly helpful team natures.

Three weeks into continuous upper twenties to low thirties days doesn’t sound so bad till you take into account that the nights are mostly just as hot as the days before and after them. Last weekend I caught the weeks prediction that it would be much the same till Thursday when a change (I sighed with relief) would bring the heatwave from Victoria and South Australia (I gasp with concern) to Sydney, as it did today. This so far accurate prediction warns that temperatures will peak this weekend as we celebrate my family day at the Warren View on Sunday, should be memorable don’t you think? The only positive in all this would have to be that we don’t live in Adelaide. I don’t claim any inside line on conditions in Tasmania but I’m sure the Nomads are well pleased not to be in severely wet far north Queensland.

Well re-reading I realise that my late mother would have been proud of this report, and I think it appropriate to dedicate it here to her memory.

Love you all,

Aunty