There are many jokes about Tasmanian weather. I suspect this is because a great many mainlanders manage to arrive on a rainy day and assume it's like that all the time. (an agent once rejected a manuscript from me, complaining among other things that my Hobart-based novel did not properly convey a biting sense of cold)

Today was one of those days that makes us wish we had air conditioning. There aren't usually that many – maybe half a dozen at most over the summer. Hobart days generally heat ...