Crikey it’s c-c-c-cold. Not the feet of snow that’s bothering the south-east for us, but a decent blanket nonetheless, blown in on a dessicating wind. My hands are as dry as an ostrich’s instep*, even with the benefit of what might inaccurately be described as a rather natty pair of work gloves.
Dry as an ostrich's instep is an inspired phrase. Wish I had thought of it.
Ritchie Benaud describing (if i remember rightly) the MCG wicket with some glee as Bishen Bedi was about to come on…genius.