I think after 30-plus years of living in Ballarat, where ridiculously low temperatures are the norm for a least six months of the year, I have become acclimatised.

But it’s hard to acclimatise to the weird weather extremes of recent weeks.

I know we all complain about the weather when it’s cold and then we complain about the weather when it’s hot.

But the very very hot days, followed by the very very cold ones is way too extreme. My body’s inbuilt thermometer is screaming at me.

One day you are perspiring profusely just walking from the fridge back to the couch where you’ve been hibernating from the heat under the airconditioner.

The next day, you’re huddle around the heater, beanie and scarf on, while consuming a tummy warming cuppa.

One night you can’t sleep in the stifling conditions of your bedroom, where the temperature has not dropped below 28 degrees. Even the fans and air conditioners don’t seem to be putting a dent in the torrid climate.

The next night you have your flannelette PJs on and are reaching for the electric blanket control.

One day, you’re so hot the thought of eating anything more than a chilled lettuce leaf and an ice cube turns your stomach. The next day, you’re looking for warm comfort food like a casserole or a roast.

One day it’s so hot you’d consider walking around the house semi-naked if you knew it wouldn’t make the children seek psychiatric help. The next day you’ve got so many layers of clothing on you look like the end result of a date between an Eskimo and the Michelin Man.

I think we need to come up with a name for this latest weather phenomenon … something like Sumnter (not quite summer, not quite winter).

Anyway, here’s a message to Huey: “Can you please make up your mind”.