We’ve just had the Queens birthday long weekend.

This year Sydney celebrated by having either the worst storm in ten years, or the worst in thirty (depending on which paper you read.)
This is a video of some shots that I took over the weekend.
Note all the sand that was washed out of Coogee beach and into the surrounding countryside.
The big weather didn’t stop the water sports or the joggers ;-)

Stormy weather

And before you British types start, yes we know that you don’t celebrate the Queens birthday.
I highlight the words ‘long weekend.’
Liz is probably smiling to her self and thinking ‘cheeky buggers would celebrate the devils birthday if there was a holiday marking the occasion.’

I’ve dug the heater out for the first time this year.
Switched over to eating porridge for breakfast. Forgotten quantities AGAIN so made too much this morning.
Ears cold when I wake up in the morning.
Think I’m getting a cold.
Draft excluders have been stationed in front of all the doors.

Entry for May 24, 2007: Dark

In an earlier blog entry I mentioned the season of ‘Daylight Savings’ which has long past and no I am barely tolerating the season of ‘I hate that it’s dark when I get home in the evenings.’

There were a few other Swim Dizzy defined seasons, and I’ve got a two more to add...

• Red wine season which tends to be the cooler months of the year.
• And there is GNT season, which is when the weather warms up a bit.
• Then there is the Micro season of Scotch on the rocks, which occurs at the end of a night of drinking Cider.

Entry for June 14, 2006: Gosh it’s cold all of a sudden!

Getting up in the Mornings is the worst. My joints feel like their made out of rusty iron.

Threw an extra blanket on the bed last night and that helps a bit.

Looking at the cup, half full. There'€™s an enhanced dynamic about a big city, with the Cold winter wind gusting between the buildings.

The smog has been blown somewhere else (probably causing asthma in the Antarctic,) and there's a greater bustle as people bolt between warm overcrowded bus, to office building, to enclosed mall, to shop or bank.

You know, I get the impression that some people like the spiky sensation of winter on their skin. I have friends that wear T-shirts, whatever the season or weather.

I read a news story about a group of people who dive into the harbour in Melbourne in the middle of winter and swim a few frantic laps. Racing the hypodermic Cold Creeping towards their core. Hauling themselves out of the water, movements stiff and skin rubbery, quickly drying off, and gripping hot drinks.

For these people the cold is less of a hassle, more a savouring of the sensation.

I'€™ve bought a multicoloured '€˜draft excluders'€™ (other wise referred to as '€˜door sausages')

And where the heck, did I hide my gloves? I would have thought the sock drawer (cause they are woollen and are slipped over the end of a limb?)