If you live (or have lived) in Melbourne, you will know all about our wild fluctuations in weather.
The sooner you accept that Melbourne can’t be tamed, the more time you can allocate to surviving her temperament. It’s a fact – she does what she wants. With a flick of her hair and a hearty chuckle, she takes our pleas, notions of convention and defies us, even though such defiance makes no sense. Hell, it seems Melbourne’s happy to melt her beautiful self just to prove her power.
Back in spring, we pleaded with Melbourne to give us some sun. She denied our request and persisted with the rain thing. Then summer hit, and we were left with average (and sometimes legitimately cold) weather. We asked for heat and wow did we get it. This week has been between 40-45 degrees (105-110 for you Fahrenheit peeps) and Melbourne is now a fully fledged roasting pan, in which we’re the potatoes – and we’re now so overcooked that somebody is going to have a tough time scraping us out.
Sure, there are some downsides to this weather. In some rooms of my apartment, the air is so thick with heat that it may take up occupancy and start hogging the remote control. The heat has become such a presence that I’m contemplating charging it rent. At the very least, some light chores need to be done. Oh, the weather is also making it impossible to inhabit any portion of the apartment. There’s that. So yeah, it’s not all beer and skittles over here – and if it were, they’d be melted by now.
There are some upsides to the heatwave, though:
· When I opened the pantry yesterday, I could smell the contents of every can, container and box; as they’ve cooked themselves in the heat. Yep, that means no more cooking because it’s already been done. I just need to scoop stuff into a bowl and dig in.
· I believe the heat is so firmly entrenched into the brickwork, carpet and plaster that it will never go away. Sounds bad, right? Not quite. It means that I’m going to be toasty in the winter. Goodbye heater, I’ve found a heat source that costs me nothing other than my own sanity and wellbeing in the summertime.
· I ran out of sticky tape a while back. Not to worry, anything that was loose is now stuck to where I last left it. Hoorah!!
Now, if I could only unpeel my fingers from the keyboard I would scoop me some dinner.