Like all true Queenslanders I climbed into my fleece-lined tracky-dacks and lambs wool snuggie on the first of March and have been adding layers to my outfit and dogs to the bed ever since. Thus I was well prepared for the Antarctic blast this week.
I don’t much mind the deadly kiss of Miss Winter in the subtropics. It makes for a nice change from sweltering thousand percent humidity.
What I really love about winter, though, is flicking through twitter to wallow in the pitiable moaning and teeth chattering complaints of those who foolishly chose to live directly in the path of the deadly southern death winds.