Now THAT'S what I call winter

We arrived here in April, which is kind of mid Autumn down here. I was by turns puzzled/amused/annoyed by the insistence upon referring to winter, the prevalence of cold medication and electric blankets, and the impossibility of buying any clothes that are not woollen, long sleeved, or lined with feathers. To give you a context, when we arrived the temperature ranged between 25-30 degrees, with about 70% humidity as a rule.

In the last week or so the temperature has dropped below 20 degrees consistently for the first time, and there has actually been RAIN. I swear if you walked the streets of Brisbane you would think there was some kind of compulsory eskimo fancy dress policy going on.

Yesterday I left work, it was dark and raining, and I actually for a moment span out about where I was. I walked home, got in thoroughly soggy and miserable, and had to cuddle up on the sofa with my warmest pyjamas on. Now THAT'S what I call winter!

No news really, which is why I have been a bit quiet of late. Still no sign of our stuff, and no response from Allied Pickfords. I reckon they're checking under all the carpets, down the back of the sofa, through all the drawers and right at the back of the wardrobe under a pile of shoes for our shipment. I have lost all hope of seeing my belongings ever again. Also my new work seem to expect me to actually do stuff in return for my wages. I'm really not sure how I feel about THAT!