Sheer willpower

I remember 1995 as a cold year. It seemed like someone had opened the fridge door in early March and we shivered all the way through to November with the exception of one day in June where the temperature hit 30C. Doubtless an inspection of the meteorological records for Melbourne would reveal 1995 as a year much like it's siblings but that's how I remember it.

Ten years ago this week the weather picked up and suddenly it wasn't cold any more. One evening Heino, Joe and I were on our way from the office to the car park. Heino remembers the day as somewhat dark but warm. I remember the sun shining through a gap in the cloud cover and the usual Melbourne late spring gusty winds. Before us was a young lady wearing the kind of skirt susceptible to sudden lifting. A gust and up it went but she was too quick and we were treated to the sight of a young lady walking along with her hands stiffly by her sides, holding that skirt down! The wind died down and she relaxed her grip on the skirt. And we waited for the next gust!

If sheer willpower could have done the trick I'm sure her skirt would have been up around her ears.