I feel like a bit of a fraud.
I've spent the last few days in Darwin, snorting at my Territory colleagues who are whining about the fact that it's SOOOOOOO cold up there, roaming around in their polar fleeces, ugg boots and woolly jumpers, when it's like 23 degrees overnight - yes, really. They're all complaining about the cold up there.
As for me, I've never felt the cold, and bring on menopause and nature has provided me with a very reliable internal heater.
It's been a week of roaming around in summer clothes and Birkenstocks at all times of the day and night. Darwin days are currently 30 degrees, with a light breeze, with little to no humidity until the early evening.
Nights sit around 20 degrees.
Perfect Melbourne/Adelaide summer weather.
And while I've been away, Melbourne-based colleagues have been bemoaning the polar-tinged nights. 0.1 degrees, feels like minus five sorts of weather.
Oh, how we laughed.
Bring forth today. I climbed on a plane that left Darwin at 2.30 a.m. this morning, arriving in Melbourne at 7 a.m. After doing this route for two years, I know how to keep my wardrobe appropriate. A pair of jeans, a t-shirt, running shoes on my feet and a hoodie at the ready for arrival in Melbourne. It's what I wear most late Autumns, because, I don't feel the cold.
Stepping off the plane, the first thing I noticed that it was freezer-like. Bone-chilling even. I yelped and threw on the hoodie. Yes, it was cool - not as cold as earlier in the week. I sucked it up.
On getting home, after a shower and climbing into bed for a bit, things were fine.
But now, a bit later, and I acknowledge that I'm exhausted, I'm sitting here in pyjamas, ugg boots and an Oodie - and I'm still cold. It's really surprising. Maybe I assimilated to the Darwin weather quicker than I thought I would.
I'm putting it down to next to no sleep and not having a cat about to keep me warm. He's being picked up tomorrow morning.
I'm sure I'll go back to scoffing at the chilly weather after I've had a good sleep.
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