Oh how the tables have turned as 1 June marks our first day of winter, and that's tomorrow. We’re enjoying highs around 10 degrees C (50ish F), which may not sound that cold, but add the rain and the cold southerly gales (which come from Antarctica by the way), and it’s a bit chilly.
Our home is warmed by two “night-store” heaters. Apparently there are magic bricks inside that soak up heat overnight (taking advantage of the cheaper off-peak rates), then slowly, ever so slowly releases it during the day. They aren’t really designed to heat your home to a toasty 72 degrees, but at least you don’t have to wear gloves at the breakfast table. I’m just kidding – it’s actually pretty comfortable. But it does make me realise I’ve been spoiled with climate controlled comfort my entire life.