I’m so glad to hear about someone in the same searing kettle of fish. I’m stuck in this infernal Australian climate, too. I only visit our fantastic beaches during rain and storms.
During the summer, I slither home and become a hermit. The past few record-breaking New Years have had me laying on the cool dining room table under the air conditioner instead of celebrating.

I’m extremely susceptible to even the slightest skerrick of warmth. It’s never made sense to me; I’m a scrawney pile of skin and bones–no insulation at all–who could sleep in sleet rain and probably get better rest than usual. To this day, I still haven’t heard of any reasonable theories on it.

I too have always enjoyed putting it down to the English heritage. My girlfriend, however, comes from an equatorial country, so she’s your regular SAD sufferer. We take 6-month shifts of mercilessly teasing the other about it.

My current plan is to get into shape, and hope an increase in fitness, leading to an increase in overall health, will help me cope with the temperature.