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blamebrampton) wrote2011-02-05 10:37 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2011-02-05 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 ...
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 ...
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I hope it gets cooler soon. I would be completely unable to function in those temperatures and I just can't comprehend how anyone else can.
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We can't actually function, just sort of plod along in ever-increasing sleep deprivation until it breaks. Sunday afternoon, they promise.
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Hot boys though... and the sort of weather where they don't have to be bundled up warm all the time. Hum...
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The cool bits in Victoria and New South Wales are prone to burning down occasionally, or else cost so much money to buy into that one may as well go for that Italian villa after all.
Most Australians live on the coast, and much of the inland is desert. In between there are some agricultural bits. Which are regularly flooded or burned out these days, when not in crippling drought. At least the dams are full these days ...
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