a cold wind blows

I’ve been reliably informed that it’s about 8 degrees outside today with a wind chill factor of minus 2.
Winter attire is a must; it’s a difficult task finding something to wear on a winter’s day in Sydney's climate as on most days it is relatively mild.
The dressing task is made all the more problematic when traveling into work on a train. On my line we have mostly the old silver double decker trains with no air conditioning. On a stinking hot, 40 degree day it is like sitting in an oven without any ventilation and on a freezing cold day it becomes a freezer box which has a cold breeze blowing through it. How does this happen? You can never get a hint of a breeze in summer but in winter the train walls may as well be made out of lattice.
Anyway I digress
I am wearing every stitch of warm clothing I own; coat, scarf, gloves, spencer, I am even risking hat head with a beanie. As I walk from my car to the station I have to keep up a brisk pace as it feels like I will freeze to the asphalt if I slow down. On the station we are up high, looking down onto the shopping centre, so there aren’t any buildings or trees to shelter us from the wind. I hide behind a person who is waiting for the train but they get the dirts and move. Everyone is flapping their arms and stamping their feet to keep warm – guess what!!!!! YES. The train is 10 minutes late!
Finally the damn thing arrives and what good luck we have been blessed with a ‘millennium train’ the pride of the cityrail fleet, the most modern, the best , the crème de la crème. Well on this train the crème was curdled due to the excessive heat. It hit you as the door opened. As I walked in I started peeling off my layers thinking that I was feeling hot because it was so bloody cold outside but soon realized that it was really really hot it there. Lordy it must be 40 degrees. I’m still stripping and having trouble finding room in my bag for all the extra clothing, I even manage to wriggle out of my spencer under my shirt without losing modesty. A couple of passengers check the two carriages either side of ours and report back that they are in a similar situation. We send a delegation to the guard, who says that he cannot change the temperature as he is new and doesn’t know how. Ok for him he can open the door and let in some fresh air, which he is doing!
This is just ridiculous, what sort of idiot just lets the passengers cook like this? Why doesn’t he use the mobile phone they keep telling us the guard has and ask someone how to turn down the heat? I’m sure the driver would know. Don’t they have an emergency person they can talk to? I’m sure that if I stay on this train a moment longer I am going to faint, so I gather up my scattered clothing and make for the door and get out onto the station. As the train is pulling out I am franticly trying to get my spencer back on without removing my shirt (nowhere as easy as getting it off) bugger it I put it on over the shirt, put the coat on over that and wrap my scarf back around my neck, put on the gloves and the beanie and sit on another freezing cold station waiting for the next enthralling ride. Hope the train comes before my buns freeze to the seat.