I’m sitting at home at 1 in the morning, rugged up with a woolen sweater, the doors closed and the heater on.

We’re 2 weeks away from summer and it feels like we’re smack in the middle of winter.

And just 2 hours’ drive away in Ballarat (and many other areas as well), it’s snowing.

If someone told me 3 days ago that we’ll be experiencing an Antarctic chill blast, i’d have shoved my sweat-soaked tee shirt in his face.