Today was the coldest morning I can remember in Melbourne: When I left home today at 7:25, it was just 3 degrees. Literally, it was cold as ice: the footy oval next to the Brighton Beach train station had a white coating which was nice to look at in sunrise with the circular way the grass was cut.
The funny thing about the truly cold days in Melbourne is that they are clear, sunny days. In Israel the coldest days are the cloudy days when it rains; in here, the coldest days are the ones that follow a clear night, where there is no cloud cover to keep the heat in. The result is a cold morning but a nice noon afterwards (which, compared to the frosty morning, is a "nice" 13-14 degrees or so).
Another funny effect of this cold weather is that you feel as if you just came out of the pool, all the time. Ask George.