30 degrees celcius when I reached the train station at 7 am. 40 for most of the day. No air-conditioning on the train home, the school kids too limp and exhausted to keep up their usual chatter. A twenty minute walk, grateful for a breeze and the fact that I remembered to bring a hat. Dripping by the time I reach home.
Meanwhile my mother has been evacuated from her ground-floor apartment (across the street from the river in Townsville) and has gone to my younger sister, who has spent the day stocking up on nappies and moving the essentials to the downstairs of her old Queenslander. They'll spend the worst of the cyclone in the laundry, hoping the house above sticks around.
Australia - you can always talk about the weather.