It takes approximately 40 seconds walking down Molesworth St for me to get extremely agitated by the wind.
I'm sure my expression mirrors those of other pedestrians I see as I audibly grunt my displeasure.
One day this week I was feeling optimistic and left my hair untied, an amateur move.
With my coffee in one hand, I was left to choose between holding on to my dress and seeing in front of me as my hair flew up in front of my face.
I chose my skirt and ended up looking like Bridget Jones after losing her head scarf on route to her romantic getaway in a convertible.
But it wasn't as bad as another day this week where I couldn't even stand up and was terrified a photographer from the local newspaper would be out snapping "windy file shots".
My flatmate came through the door yesterday in a fluster after a battle with her own skirt on the walk home from work.
About half an hour earlier I had entered through the same door and yelled my frustrations in a grotesque display of various swear words.
My other flatmate came down the stairs to join the communal venting before we decided to open a bottle of wine. Then it started raining.
My old boss posted a video of swirling pōhutukawa trees on social media. I private messaged him saying I had taken to drinking wine in an effort to deal with the weather.
He replied saying he had too.
"Bottoms up".
A deep 5.5 magnitude earthquake struck off the coast of Tauranga last night and was felt throughout the North Island.
I didn't even flinch thinking it was just another gust of wind.
For example, when I'm reading in my bedroom with the window open, my entire bed moves in a northerly wind.
My window looks on to the hill above Thorndon where I have my own personal view of swirling pōhutukawa trees.
One look at those for the past three days has been enough to stop me going for morning runs. Not running has turned into a weather protest of sorts.
I'd rather not be transported back to the days my rowing coach fondly referred to as "resistance training" where he'd make us sprint into the wind outside Te Papa.
This morning I woke up early to be at work by 7am, having given up on the idea of morning exercise altogether.
I opened the front door bracing myself for a slap in the face, but instead was greeted with a breeze.
I immediately checked the MetService website on my phone and did a gleeful jump at the prospect of a mild southerly as opposed to a howling northerly.
But I held no hope the reprieve would last long.
It started raining five minutes later.
