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I’ve spent a lot of time moaning about missing autumn – time to redress the blog karma. It’s a balmy, misty 29C today, and it’s December!!! Weird but wonderful.

Ten months is just enough to have covered a full range of seasons here. I arrived during the Northeast Monsoon – people told me it was uncharacteristically cold and dry. Having fled the coldest English winter of my lifetime, it was obvious the Singaporeans were wrong. That shit was hot! I fainted twice during my first two weeks, from dehydration I think.

From May it dried out and temperatures started to creep. I was forced to reconsider my idea of hot. Sidewalks shimmered, aunties took off their cardigans, I even switched from walking on the sunlit side of the street (tourist) to the shaded side (local). I forgot it had ever rained, and a trip to the UK mid-summer confirmed I would never live in temperate climes again.

Come autumn, those temperate climes lured me with their siren songs. The thought of being away from England as the days darkened (I NEVER thought I’d write this) seemed impossible.

But at some point in the past few weeks that changed. The Southeast Monsoon arrived. The days are cooler, breezes dance round the clouds. Each morning I’m greeted by a quintessentially perfect English summer day, the sort that could only be conjured by Wodehouse or Richmal Crompton.

I look at the sky and grin. My first tropical Christmas is less than three weeks away!

This is *exactly* what I can see from my living room window.

I saw a woman on the MRT this morning clutching a thick Aran jumper.

Now, people do sometimes wear warmish clothes here – the occassional cardy, perhaps a hoody or a fashionable jacket. But really, cable-knit?

For what eventuality was this woman planning? A sudden hail storm; a deep-sea fishing trip? In either of those scenarios, she’d probably find her flip-flops somewhat lacking.

We're almost on the equator. It's unlikely to turn a bit nippy.

We're almost on the equator. It's unlikely to turn a bit nippy.

I assumed the trees outside our condo looked a bit scrawny because they were young. Turns out they were thirsty.

Before After
Hot and wet!

Hot and wet!

Aside from complaining about being hungry and/or tired (my needs are quite infantile!), I’m a pretty glass-half-full girl.

Certainly leaving the UK has never been about wanting to run *from* anything, it’s always been about what I’m running towards.

Until this week, when I really struggled to force myself onto my bike and out into the icy pitch of 0640 – pretty much the only thing motivating me was the thought that this’ll be my last winter cycling in the UK.

The optimism thing means that cycling into the dawn and feeling the freezing air rush past my face is always enough to stop me scowling, but hopefully it also means I’ll find plenty of things in Sing to make me smile too.