a HiGh Of 1 DeGRee aND tHe cHanCE oF a PoLAr BLaSt...wTF!

Not happy Jan. Queen and I are hating on the back of the Quad bike.

It has been raining mercilessly for days and days, and today there is snow all around us on the nearby peaks. As it is my day off work and because I am a glutton for punishment, I decided to tag along with Justin, get some fresh air into my depressed lungs, and get a true appreciation for a life in front of a warm fire. 

It started out as an 'adventure' as Justin likes to convince me... 

But it quickly turned bad when I could no longer feel my feet, or legs, then my fingers, and finally I got an instant cold headache as the ridiculously freezing temperatures reached my skull; this was 5 minutes down the road while we were still sitting in the Ute. Unfortunately there is no heating and the front windscreen fogs up easily so it's 'windows down please' - why of course Sir, I'd love to put the window down so I can no longer feel my face as well. This was not exactly the dialogue that I used to get my point across to my beloved husband, but you get the idea. The window came down despite my protests which didn't continue for long as I now no longer had the cooperation of my facial mechanics. I was powerless to the cold and forced to sulk into a mute state of emotional catatonia. How Justin does this everyday I do not wish to understand.

So we went out into the minus degree temperatures, with snow on the nearby peaks, and we shifted some pregnant cows from a holding paddock back into a grazing paddock because the truck that was coming to get them could no longer get through the blizzard up north that has forced the closure of two main routes. From up on the ridge the foul weather was very much visible and very much coastal, as was most of the snow capped mountains. My right hand was threatening to seize up every time I took it from my warm ski mitt to take a photo, but like a true journalist I refused to listen to logic and proceeded to document the moment at which 'hell froze over'.

Just as hypothermia was setting in, the sun came out, for about half an hour. The golden orb of sustainable life was shining. Then it went again just as quickly as it had arrived; almost as if to suggest it was even too cold for the sun. WTF is a Polar Blast anyway? According to 'One News' this is what NZ is experiencing today, and the worst NZ has seen for 15 years. So if I've got this right...The southern most polar region is blasting New Zealand with a snow storm that makes General Joseph Stalin look like Mother fuckin' Teresa.

After returning back down the ridge, and freezing my butt off on the back of the four-wheeler; and now with my tears and snot solidified into stalactites and stalagmites at various stages of formation; someone pointed out to me..."it's probably warm in Brisbane today".

What an arsehole thing to say.