Can anyone remind me why I live in Wellington?
I finished my 15 hour shift at ten, and then cycled home. Not only was it dark and cold, there was horizontal icy rain and wind gusts that intermittently tried to fling me into oncoming traffic, off bridges, or into the harbour. It was brutal.
Now I have to try and get some sleep with the wind whistling down the chimney before getting up in seven hours time to do it all again.
My tropical island holiday seems a very long time ago.