you utter, utter bastard

Somewhere, back more than 100 years ago in my family's history some bright spark sitting in the cool of Aberdeen decided to move to Australia.

Why? Why I ask you would a northern European submit themselves to this type of heat? Famine and pestilence aside.

When I woke this morning at 5.30am it was

32/90 freaking degrees.

In my bedroom.

In the dark.

This is un-human. Bonnie Scotland, all is forgiven. Plleeeeeasssseee take me back. Either that or I'm moving to Hobart. Pronto.