She dropped to 6deg out here in the rural last night.
I can't remember it being so chilly in the 33 years that I've been in Darwin.
Usually when it gets to 12 or 15, it hits the front page of the local rag.
So last night, I get into the nest with 2 doonas on board and a pair of socks and the track suit pants on.
Because we're usually always sweating our guts out, it's probably the same as sticking an Eskimo in the Sahara Desert.
Anyway, I woke up at 4am and I was busting for a piss and there was no way that I was getting out of the nice warm nest to have a snakes hiss.
So by 5am, the pressure was on to get up and drain the vein.
Well fcuk it, I rolled out of the cot and made a beeline to the pisshouse only to find that the cord on my track suit pants was in a knot and the bastard wouldn't undo.
So there I was, shakin' like a dog sh1ttin' gutterbolts from the cold and on the verge of pissin' meself.
Then I just gave the cord a big reef and snapped it.
After thinking about it today, I reckon that piss felt better than having a jump.