Sydney summer weather absolutely and completely does my nut in.
Two days ago, my husband and I were gasping for air down at Como pool in 35 degree heat with the Noisy Boy jumping in and out of the water with loud abandon.
Today my husband was in a fleece and i was back to wearing my transeasonal leather jacket. It was 20 degrees.
There is some meteorological reason why the weather is being weird. I reckon it is a big plot to make Scottish migrants look like numpties.
This has happened to me many, many times – the first few balmy days of spring I have bunged on a linen shirt and skirt only to find winds from the Antarctic wheeching up my skirt. Otherwise I have been wearing a leather skirt and boots on a day that climbs to 29 degrees. “Bloody tourist” I have heard locals mutter under their breath as I squelch or shiver past them.
I could see today that I’d made the wrong wardrobe decision again.
People don’t wear pseudo cowboy boots to the pool in these parts apparently.
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