Being Upside Down.

It occurred to me last night that our friends in the southern hemisphere are just entering their winter, so I took fifteen minutes out of my wee small hours drinking time to send a note of commiseration to the priestess down in Oz:

Is it cold down there in Sydney

Does the wind augment your tears

Are you huddled up in woollies

With a hat to warm your ears

Does the cold rain fall a-stinging

Are the long nights extra dark

Are the beaches falling empty

And the trees all standing stark

Does it matter that you’re special

To a lad in northern climes

Who would send you warming sunshine

Wrapped in rank and wrinkled rhymes

Did you know that, according to official statistics, Sydney has never had a frost and the last recorded snowfall was in 1836? (You should do because I said the same thing in a post not long ago.) They don't know what they're missing, do they? Maybe they would benefit from changing places with somebody up on the lake in Cleveland, Ohio during February.