Bah! That's not cold! You wait until this unseasonal heatwave passes and the weather cools down properly. Then you can complain[1]!
If you can't hear the sound of the oxygen crystals solidifying out of the air and falling to the ground with a little "crash, tinkle", then it's just not a Canberra winter.
1 Although it seems you jumped the gun a while back, so amend that to "you can complain justifiably".
The way I figure it, you've got a wife of unutterable magnificence to go home to every evening, so clearly the only man who could complain at all must have some kind of superhuman talent for complaining. You are the captain of complainers; the duke of disgruntlement; the wonder-dog of whinging; the moan master! There's no way I could do anything but aid you in your destined role; to do otherwise would be like destroying a unique work of art. A twisted, evil, whiny work of art, but a work of art nonetheless.
So... were you aware that after the cold starts to abate, you get skullivorous magpies swooping you every time you go within a thousand feet of a gum tree? And you know about summer, when those same trees randomly burst into flames and put an end to entire suburbs at random? And through it all there are cars driven by psychotic valium addicts and a bus service that Robert Mugabe would consider sub-standard. You'll love it here!
you know today i got called "a hero of the soviet union" glad to see i can get recognised sometimes ;)
sadly (for you) i fear that i shall staunchly hold onto my dislike for continued living within the ACT. it and i are at odds which will be firmed resolved with my moving away. if only i could get the glass experience i desire elsewhere. sigh.
as for the wife... heh. "unutterable magnificence" there's a true-ism that shall be repeated within her presence. i claim she's kinda like any other chick only lazier - which means she tolerates MY crap slightly longer before spitting the dummy
means it's bloody cold. if it snows i am leaving this place
If you can't hear the sound of the oxygen crystals solidifying out of the air and falling to the ground with a little "crash, tinkle", then it's just not a Canberra winter.
1 Although it seems you jumped the gun a while back, so amend that to "you can complain justifiably".
So... were you aware that after the cold starts to abate, you get skullivorous magpies swooping you every time you go within a thousand feet of a gum tree? And you know about summer, when those same trees randomly burst into flames and put an end to entire suburbs at random? And through it all there are cars driven by psychotic valium addicts and a bus service that Robert Mugabe would consider sub-standard. You'll love it here!
sadly (for you) i fear that i shall staunchly hold onto my dislike for continued living within the ACT. it and i are at odds which will be firmed resolved with my moving away. if only i could get the glass experience i desire elsewhere. sigh.
as for the wife... heh. "unutterable magnificence" there's a true-ism that shall be repeated within her presence. i claim she's kinda like any other chick only lazier - which means she tolerates MY crap slightly longer before spitting the dummy