From April through to November every year, I hate Melbourne. The cold, the drizzle, the stuffiness of a room when it's too chilly to leave a window open, the greyness of the place - buildings and sky indistinguishable. I've half a mind to move up to Brisbane. Brisbane has colour and warmth. Of course, it's full of Queenslanders... but I could handle that. This is just awful. The only good thing about this kind of weather is when you've got someone to snuggle up with. Or a very good book. I have the latter. That's something, I guess.