Welcome to the first "official" day of winter.
It's the first of June and, despite what the calendar says, to me it seemed winter really arrived mid-May when the nighttime temperatures started consistently falling below 10C.
I remember clearly waking up one morning and having to talk myself into getting out of my warm bed to get ready for work.
I'd set the heat pump the night before so that it would turn on half an hour before I woke, but it wasn't enough. The house was still freezing.
That's the thing about many New Zealand homes. Heating, in many cases, seems to be more of a luxury than a necessity - we come from hardy stock who prided themselves on putting an extra layer of clothing on rather than burning more wood.