Brrrr.

Not normally something I'd be saying in the middle of summer. But, if you know anything about Melbourne, you'll know it's where the weather Gods go for psychiatric treatment.
It's a rude shock when we have four consecutive days of sweltering conditions, followed by a day cold enough to dig out the winter gear.

Silly me is freezing in 3/4 jeans and a light cardi. Goosebumps and all.