OPINION: What's happened to our winter?
WINTER is coming. Well, if you are a Game of Thrones Fan you know that it will arrive on Monday.
However, if you live in Stanthorpe you would be second-guessing that statement.
Growing up on the Granite Belt, my memories are full of frost after frost after frost during winter.
The sounds of my dad screaming for warm water to pour over the iced car, my mum scrambling for chips to make sure the house stayed warm and my brother and sister and I not wanting to move from our beds. The walk to school was always cold and brittle as we tackled a white paddock.
I don't think I can ever remember a winter where I could find enough layers (in keeping with school colours) that kept me warm.
Fast forward a few years and I find myself in the predicament that I don't keep my fire going all night.
My car has only seen four iced windscreens this year and getting out of bed is not as much of a struggle.
Even the journalists haven't been complaining about the cold.
If you haven't guessed it by now, I love winter.
So, to the weather Gods I pray to you: bless our region with some unbearably cold weather. Let my car be covered in a thick layer of ice, let me see a hazy town each morning as I drive to work.
And when all else fails, I will tune into Season Seven of Game of Thrones on Monday night, just to confirm winter is coming.