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Today, in Melbourne, it was cold. How did I know that? Well I spent the first half of the day at work watching the wind and rain from the comfort of the heated air, but then… I had to go home. And outside that wind was blowing straight off the antarctic ice, over Tasmania and into my face. And legs. And hands. And neck. And arms. You get the picture.

Once home however, the weather seemed tame again. Our apartment is well insulated and I’m sure I’ll continue to be grateful for that for the next few months.