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As it turns out, Sydney is really quite annoying. In spite of basically the whole of Australia being in the midst of the worst drought in a thousand years (or something like that), there has been barely a day since I arrived (more than 3 weeks ago now) when it hasn't rained. It's been consistently freezing here too. What little laundry I have done here takes about a year to dry. I don't know anything much about any of the shows on telly here, or if I do they are all series that are in strange other places compared to where they are in Switzerland, so I don't know what's going on (in fact, I'm not really even sure how the TV works. My sister got a new DVD player and the new remote has so many buttons on it that I lost interest before I was sure of how to change the channel). My friends are scattered hither and yon (or somewhere) across the city and beyond, which means I end up spending forever on (extremely unreliable and non-Swissy) public transport (not that I am complaining about my friends. Especially not since they are the bulk of the people reading this, I imagine. You lot are great. No, really). The cheese section in my local supermarket is abysmal (although admittedly there is a grocers nearby that has a super cheese selection).

Obviously there are many nice aspects of being back here (seeing people, speaking english, embracing actual paid employment for a change, rediscovering my cupboard full of shoes and junk that I had forgotten all about), but really, there are more bad points than I had expected. Although I do also suspect that being relentlessly cold is giving me a bad attitude. At least there is the (slightly 1950s-ish, but more environmentally friendly than an electric blanket) succour of my nice hot water bottle in bed every night. Not quite a toasty-warm-boyfriend substitute, but sadly, I'll take what I can get. Sigh.