Sydney is blessed with a mild climate. Which I am about to whinge about!
We don't get snow; not where I live. We don't get frosts; not where I live. We get very few days above 30. We get exceptionally few above 35; where I live. I keep putting that, because I live within cooee of the coast and the weather is ameliorated by onshore breezes. Sydney is a bit of a sprawling city and other residents have their own story.
Living close to the coast, though, means that we get more than our fair-share of rain.
And the last week or so has seen a fair bit of rain. Firstly, it swung up from the Antarctic via Tasmania and along the SE coastline. That was blowy and cold. Now we are having a dose of the sort of rain that just sits there. This lot came down from Queensland, it gets so far and is stopped by the stuff coming up from the south. So it dumps its lot. As is the way with these things, us city slickers get our stockings wet when the bus flicks up gutter water. The poor blighters on the land get swamped, with farms inundated and stock moving to higher ground. Towns on the north coast of the state are cut-off and water-logged.
We are lucky where I live. Throughout it all, the temperatures ranged from about 12C to about 17C. Come the weekend, I note the forecasts have been adjusted to make the minium about 9C for about a week. Must be the guvments fault; they orta do summat.