Hey, Hey, it's like Black Saturday

It's the one word to describe what it's been like in Melbourne all week.

You know it's way too hot in Melbourne when:

1. You ask your friend to ask her little eighteen month old whether she would mind if you borrowed her paddling pool. (Never mind that you don't quite fit in. Water to waist level will do.)
2. You go to work for the air conditioning.
3. You consider going to work on your day off - for the air conditioning.
4. You start to think that maybe sleeping over at the office might be a good thing - for the air conditioning.
5. The carpark at Doncaster Westfield is like Boxing Day all over again - there's only  2 available car parks with a long snaking line of cars queuing to get in. By pure luck, you're still on your winning streak and manage to score a car park spot within 2 minutes of entering the car park. Incidentally, the shopping mall is a sea of prams. As a colleague of mine once said, on any given week day, there seems to be so many people - (I'm not talking about the young mothers now,) who look young and healthy, just wandering around shopping centres and places like the city...? Don't they have to work...?