When you bring your Irish husband to Australia to live and he ends up working as a gardener and endures 40 degree days, you must never, ever complain about the heat. Especially when you are able to sit inside under an air conditioner whilst he is in the garden at work, sweltering under our hot antipodean skies. It was a horror of a day yesterday (just between you and me) and it's only the end of November.
Summer, I love you, but really? This hot, this early?
And technically, it's still only spring!