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Welcome to the last day of Summer

A question for the Brisbane people in the audience. Is it my imagination, or has this summer been no where near as hot as previous summers?

Anyway, Mardi Gras this weekend. I'm taking Friday and Monday off work, flying down at some ungodly hour of the morning and landing in Sydney at 8:30am. Then I'm in non_lj_mark's hands until I leave at 8:00pm Monday night. As far as I am aware, Mark is marching, so I guess that means that I will be too. Should be interesting.

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psuedonym777
Feb. 28th, 2007 12:23 am (UTC)
I think we stole your hot weather, it has been a absolute stinker down here this summer. Worse, it's been that muggy hot, not the usual dry hot we get down here.

Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do..... I'll leave it up to you to decide exaclty how limiting that is..... :oP
travisjhall
Feb. 28th, 2007 02:32 am (UTC)

I found it to be fairly cool in Melbourne when we were down for Arc. Did we manage to miss the hot weather?

psuedonym777
Feb. 28th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
Yep. Got one of the two or three good weeks we've had. :oP
arienmir
Feb. 28th, 2007 03:04 am (UTC)
yep... we have had numerous 35+ days since then an the hottest week on record to boot.

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