Rain, wind, cold and wet. They are four words I wouldn't have used to describe Australia, before I came here. Of course there is the winter, but I never thought about it. And even when I arrived into 40 degree plus weather, it never crossed my mind that things would take a turn for the worse.
I find myself now longing for the summer to come around again. It will be great when the things start to warm up. I did notice that I'll need my pullovers with me when I go back to England later in the week. I was watching some of the tennis last week, and it did look pretty miserable.
After the work last night (it never seemed to end) I slept the whole day. Probably best, because I don't know if I could have stayed in the house in Golden Bay for much longer, with the wind rattling the shutters, and no heating.
The work was just another night of bits and pieces, but again nothing particularly noteworthy. I didn't get much sleep, but I don't mind, as I'll be able to nod off back at home during the day.
It seemed like it hasn't stopped raining for about 2 days. Actually it rains really heavily, and then the sun comes out for a while, and then heavy rain again. I can't recall the overcast/drizzly days that are a lovely feature of a Brighton Winter.
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