Winter is really upon us. I can tell without checking the weather reports that it’s been cold overnight. Monday night/Tuesday morning was probably the coldest night since I’ve moved to Bentleigh, based on the evidence:
- The heater switched on in the middle of the night to warm up the house. It’s got a pretty low threshold of 12 degrees overnight (inside), so it only happens occasionally.
- The car had more ice on it in the morning than I’ve seen in years. I needed it that morning, and even though it was after 8am, it took two splashes of water to get enough of it off the windscreen to drive.
- Frost on the grass — not as commonly seen in Bentleigh as at the old place in Carnegie
The BOM figures back this up — the Moorabbin Airport weather station, probably closest to me, got down to 0.6 degrees at 3am, was still only 2.6 at 8:30am, and only reached a high of 13.1 at 1:30pm. Brrr.
It left me regretting not taking my big overcoat with me to work that day — it may have a daggy 80s collar, but at least it keeps me warm.
Those in the really cold parts of the world are probably chuckling at this.
But spare a thought for the Arney family of Pakenham, whose house is without a heater thanks to a screwup by the Department of Housing.