When we arrived in Perth last November it was officially still spring, but since we came from Scotland we thought the weather was going to be a very mild, and the temperature was probably warmer than Aberdeen in summer, so I only packed one – yes, one! – cardigan, for wearing it during the night in my suitcase, and the rest of the clothes (before the big shipment came) were summer clothes: all those pretty dresses, backless, sleeveless, or both. We were a bit surprised to find out that the temperature could drop around 10°C and I needed my cardigan more often than I thought.
Fast forward to autumn earlier this year, I was always being so smug whenever people started to complain about the “cold” weather. I kept telling them it’s nothing compares to Aberdeen, it was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. It was indeed very nice, just below 20°C but still above 10°C. I laughed at people who started wearing jumpers, or worse, boots and scarves, and proudly preached to those who were polite enough to listen that Perth weather in autumn was very warm (summer in Aberdeen can be even cooler) and to prove my point I still wore my summer attire, and if the temperature dropped a bit, I just wore something with sleeves. No coats whatsoever, just to ‘prove my point’, of course.
When the winter was first approaching, both of mr.mck and I wondered if we’re ever going to get our inherited gas heater lit up, because we didn’t feel cold at all. The fact that of course, I bragged to everyone. We’re from Scotland! Perth’s winter is fake! It’s not cold at all! We’re still wearing t-shirts and throw some jumpers occasionally! No need to be afraid, really.
Then suddenly the temperature has dropped below 10°C, and at some mornings the day started as low as 3°C. Mr.mck bravely pedals his bike to work every morning, claiming it’s a perfect temperature to cycle. I, on the other hand, suddenly realised that Perth can get cold, and I wasn’t prepared at all.
First, with the very large area of empty bushland behind us, nothing can help us to retain the heat during the day. Sure it could be as warm as 20°C in the afternoon, but when the city reaches its lowest temperature like 4°C, so does our house. Worse, we don’t have neighbour on the right side of the house, and the window on the left side of the main bedroom faces the back garden. So 3 walls covering the main bedroom face empty spaces, which makes it the coldest room in the house. It’s not like the house is warm either. For some reason the walls are wafer-thin, the windows are not double-glazed, and the so-called central air-conditioning system only blows cold wind. So if I wasn’t prepared, the house is twice worse than me. At least in Aberdeen the walls are from granite and could be at least 50 cm thick (so even without heaters on, the house can still be a bit warm), every window is double-glazed, and every room is equipped with at least one heater.
Officially defeated, I went to Myer and bought electric blankets. We never had electric blankets in Aberdeen before, and I was embarrassed that I actually had to purchased them. But at least I don’t have to scream when the cold bed sheet touches my sorry bum every time I slid under the duvet anymore. But it doesn’t solve the fact that the room is still cold, especially in early mornings and after sunset!
Last Sunday I threw a white towel and admitted that I need a proper heater for the main bedroom. I can’t just hide under my warm blanket all morning hoping the temperature gets warmer. I can’t risk my toes frozen up if I want to get up to get my breakfast. I. Need. A. Heater.
So off we went to buy one for the bedroom, which claims to have 2400W power and can be as warm as 30°C. Every time I switch it on, it reads the room temperature and I always cringe because it reads around 13°C. Never under 10°C. Certainly it feels colder than that!
Uh-oh, have I been acclimatized with the tropical weather of Perth just in 6 months?
Well, one thing that we never did in Scotland was having a BBQ in a winter! Awesome!