Cold as a very cold thing

 Yesterday afternoon, when I drove over to Yeddonba, it was pleasant, springlike even, in the low teens.

Today it's struggling to reach eight and there's a freezing wind.

I was up early this morning, well below the sun was up, to drive J to Wangaratta to catch the morning train to Melbourne  for a meeting, and it was below freezing for most of the journey down to the station.

In the event the train was forty minutes late so I sat with her in the freezing station until it arrived - no heating to speak of in the station building, and the best that could be said is that it provided shelter from the wind that felt as if it had come straight from Antarctica.

When I got home I realised that turning off the heating in the expectation that things would warm up a bit was a mistake - the house was cold and the poor cats were huddled together on our bed trying to keep warm.

And this afternoon I had mail to collect from the post office. 

Normally I'd walk the three or four blocks to the post office but it was so cold that I'm afraid to say that I drove ...