In the past few days I’ve thought on more than one occasion,
‘those bears are onto something’.
I could quite easily be hibernating right now. I have found the temperatures in Brisbane lately to be
freezing! I realise that New
Zealanders and anyone from a colder climate will be scoffing, and telling me
that this is positively balmy, but honey – I am NOT a winter person. Yes, I was born in New Zealand, but I
spent the first seven years of my life in New Guinea and then moved to Brisbane. So we can safely say that I am a
card-carrying summer lover.
I didn’t realise this until approximately three days ago,
when the Ice Age hit Brisbane. The
cold has affected me in a number of ways:
- I’m sleepy;
- I lack motivation to do ANYTHING;
- I dream about scalding hot baths & hot water bottles; and
- the first thing I do in the morning is turn the heater on, instead of the kettle.
For a second day in a row, I found myself dozing on the
couch at around the time I’m usually getting dinner ready for the kids. Two nights in a row, The Architect has
cooked dinner because I was so lethargic with cold that I didn’t do
anything. And one of those nights
he’d just gotten off a plane.
I know - how pathetic. The sheer laziness of it all will hit
me when I thaw out.
In the meantime, I’m mooching around our post-war house with
floorboards wearing at least two layers, hugging a hot water bottle and
sprawling underneath the heater.
Mulled wine anyone?
Any other Brisbanites out there feeling the cold?
