I am fed up. Over it. Had it.
The Sydney humidity has me beat. I don't know if it's just me, but it has been a looooong, hot summer. Perhaps it's just that with an extra bod in the house (un-airconditioned house) and working from home (in fact, spending most of the week at home) I am feeling it more.
Humidity not only makes me feel revolting (not to mention hot, bothered and grumpy) it also: a) frequently leaves me headachey and b) inflates our water bill - we're having double the showers.
When I was a kid, out on the searing hot North-West Slopes and Plains, I used to deal with the relentless summer heat by sitting on the tiles in the bathroom (every other surface in the house felt hot) and read a book, Trixie Belden perhaps or something by Enid Blyton, that was set in a winter. Preferably with snow. The more snow the better.
That's why, on a humid, icky afternoon where the thermometer has popped over 35, I have been looking back at some photos we've taken in recent years.
Here they are:
This is in New Zealand - a glacier. Oh to be there right now...
This shot was taken on the first morning after we'd arrived in England on our holiday in 2008. He looks cold, doesn't he?
This is when we had a long weekend in the Snowy Mountains in 2008. Looks wonderful.
Feeling a little cooler already!