Everybody always says that English people are obsessed with the weather. Well you can’t blame us, it’s dead exciting! It would be folly to presume that just because our calendars swing on to the glorious pages of August that our weather should assume a sunny outlook.
Each year in late May and early June the sun pays a complementary visit and lifts the British hopes of a ‘hot summer’. Each year we thing, maybe, just maybe this year is our year! Men and women all over the country start to finds themselves with sweaty palms and a crook in their neck from anxious glances towards the window. ‘Yes, this year we have all the right signs for a good long, hot summer’ people are heard to say again and again. Hmm, yeah about that! Well it never seems to develop does it? No, because that would be nice and enjoyable and after all this time haven’t we learnt that the British don’t deserve anything nice?
So every year we are left downcast and on the point of upping right here and now and moving abroad to somewhere ‘hot’. Let’s be honest that’s anywhere, even Ireland would do! But we don’t and why I hear you ask? Because we are British and we’re bonkers. In all reality we love waking up and checking the window with trepidation, switching on the TV just for the morning weather report and continually seeking out the met office website throughout our unpredictable day. Never in England can you presume that tomorrow will be a warm, sunny dry day. Oh no.
I like the uncertain weather. I would hate to feel I could never waste a good day’s weather and that tomorrow will be just the same. If it’s a good day in England then you grab it with both hands and shake it into submission,quite literally. Lovely weather everyday for nearly half the year would drive me to insanity, ok that’s a bit extreme, a good tan, maybe. However, diversity is what keeps English people sane. As long as the weather never stays the same we can continue to moan and groan, something that keeps us happy and constantly at war with the skys. What else would we fill our summer time with if it wasn’t venting our growing anger at the darkening rain clouds gathering solely over our heads?