Could I endure a frigid Canberra winter? Not in my wildest, electric dreams | Brigid Delaney

The best part of my day was sliding into that boiling bed! But then I’d wake at 1am like a piece of lasagne that is burnt on one side and frozen on the otherOne of my earliest memories as a child is my little hands plugging in the old electric blanket for my visiting grandmother and then being violently thrown across the room after it short-circuited.Being electrocuted was a strange and horrible sensation. I don’t even remember crying out as a nasty current ran through my body like I was a human extension cord. I was literally shocked (just as the name of the affliction promised), bewildered that such a thing could happen, staring at the soot on my hands, then up at my ashen grandmother. Continue reading...