Dear The BoM,

I hope this message finds you well, although I’m beginning to wonder if perhaps you’ve recently indulged in some rather… creative forecasting methods, shall we say? Crack cocaine, maybe? No judgement, but your prediction that it will be 23°C overnight has left me scratching my head. It’s currently 17.5°C, raining, and we have winds fast enough to launch my rubbish bins into another suburb. A balmy 23°C just seems, well, ambitious.

Speaking of ambition, you promised us a delightful 27°C tomorrow, which I was frankly looking forward to. But now, out of nowhere, 23°C is all we get? What happened to our summer dreams? Was the 27°C forecast just a fleeting fantasy?

I trust you’ll look into this sudden shift, and kindly consider laying off whatever inspired such optimistic figures. I’ll be sure to hold on tight to my umbrella and hopes in the meantime.

Sincerely,
Baku