Polar Blast Hits Sydney
27 November 2017
It's pretty cold in Scotland. Anne confirms that, struggling to acclimatise after 6 months under the tropical sun.
It was also freezing here in sunny Sydney on Sunday. (spell check just changed "sunny" to "dunny". I must have it set on Australian English).
At home, the smart money stays indoors to watch Scottish rugby on the tele these days. Only the brave and/or multi layered go to Murrayfield to watch the games live. Thermal simmits, long johns, wooly drawers, puffa jackets and insulated hats are the norm. And that's just the women.
Me, I was in my Sydney suit of shorts and T-shirt and flip-flops; or Thongs as the Aussies tantalisingly call them. I had a private room in the pub with a giant tele and thoroughly enjoyed watching Scotland thrash the Aussies. At some point my friendly inn keeper must have thought I was enjoying the spectacle a bit too much and would perhaps appreciate being more at one with the fans at Murrayfield and powered up the air con until, like the fans, I too was freezing my nuts off.
As soon as the match was won I took off to the great outdoors, found a piece of decorative marble surrounding a small shrubbery down in Darling Harbour and, like a Sydney dosser, lay down like a half frozen iguana, soaking up the heat from the stone, basking in the sun until my core temperature returned to normal. Passing mothers anxiously gathered their offspring and moved past quickly at a respectful distance. Some kind souls even looked for my cardboard sign and collection box.
Now there's a thought...........beats varnishing, and you get paid!