Spring, You Are Deceiving
written at Monday, October 5, 2009
It is supposed to be spring now, the flowers out, the weather nice and warm and the sun shining brightly, everyone would put their sweaters and jackets away to bring on the t-shirts and the brightly colored sun dresses.
And today, spring just pulled out on us and let Mr Bitter Cold rush down and kill our enjoyment. A cold front from Antarctica approached Auckland this morning, some parts of the ground became frosty, lower North Island had an untimely snowfall which had roads closed for the day.
So our wonderful spring weather got swallowed by the mean Mr Bitter Cold. I was eating roasted pork for lunch, as you know there will be some liquid pork fat in the dish, it was so cold the fat coagulated and turned white and solid before my eyes! It was so cold if you took out the ice cream out of the freezer, it won't melt by itself. It is THAT cold.
The portable heating unit got moved back into my bedroom again, I am once again dressed like a fat Eskimo. Mr Weather why did you have to do this to us :(
Spring, You Are Deceiving
written at Monday, October 5, 2009
It is supposed to be spring now, the flowers out, the weather nice and warm and the sun shining brightly, everyone would put their sweaters and jackets away to bring on the t-shirts and the brightly colored sun dresses.
And today, spring just pulled out on us and let Mr Bitter Cold rush down and kill our enjoyment. A cold front from Antarctica approached Auckland this morning, some parts of the ground became frosty, lower North Island had an untimely snowfall which had roads closed for the day.
So our wonderful spring weather got swallowed by the mean Mr Bitter Cold. I was eating roasted pork for lunch, as you know there will be some liquid pork fat in the dish, it was so cold the fat coagulated and turned white and solid before my eyes! It was so cold if you took out the ice cream out of the freezer, it won't melt by itself. It is THAT cold.
The portable heating unit got moved back into my bedroom again, I am once again dressed like a fat Eskimo. Mr Weather why did you have to do this to us :(
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