On cold ...

... Something Lee said in the comments here got me thinking about cold.
I was having a bit of a whinge about how cold it was (got down to 16 degrees folks) and she very gently reminded me how really, actually cold it gets around her way.
Well yes. I am fully aware of how pathetic I've become.
Mr Brown is visiting our old home town, Canberra, today (work, family, the usual). He rang to see how things were going and to comment on how far the old place has become, shopping-wise. But noted I still wouldn't like to move back as "it's bloody, brass-monkey freezing".
He's right, winter back there is below zero stuff! It didn't seem too bad when we lived there. And when visiting Sydney in the middle of winter we'd be in t-shirts, laughing at the weak and bloodless Sydney folk in coats and scarves and woolly hats. Oh how we laughed - superior, winter-coping beings that we were.
Then we moved here.
You acclimatise you see.
16 degrees was a bright, warm winter's day back then. Now it's got me wearing woolly socks and foot doonas (aka down-filled camping booties - feetsie bliss).
I rarely wear a scarf though, that will be the last straw.