Stuff Londoners Fancy: Complaining About the Weather

For hopefully the remainder of our stint here in London (or whenever I have nothing else to blog about), I am going to have a series of posts dedicated to the things that Londoners fancy. I hope it gives you a better view of London, gives me an opportunity to vent, and produces some chuckles along the way! 

So, with that being said, I present to you......

Complaining Daily About The Weather

If there's one thing all Londoners fancy, it's complaining about the weather. It doesn't matter if it is truly dreadful outside (diagonal rain, freezing winds, not a hint of sunlight) or if it is actually a bit pleasant (50 degrees, warm sunlight, dry), Londoners will be complaining, nevertheless.

Before moving to London, I was terrified of the weather. Then, when we arrived, it was a high of 80 degrees, with 14 hours of sunlight daily. People warned me the weather would get worse. I bought a puffy jacket, hats, gloves, umbrellas, rain boots, thermal underwear, and you know what? It still isn't that bad. 

The other day, I was at the butcher shop. My butcher asked me how I was, and I said I was just enjoying this beautiful weather (I'm happy as long as it isn't raining!). It was like the whole shop came to a screeching halt. The butcher looked at me wide eyed, mouth agape, knife still in hand, mid chop of my steaks. The checkout boy stopped counting my money and just stared at me in utter confusion. Finally, after 10 seconds of silence, the butcher yelled, "Wha?!?! It's terrible outside! Terrible! It's bloody freezing! You must be out of your mind!"

For the record, I didn't even need to wear a jacket that day. The sun was shining. And the weather was warmer in London than in Houston that day. 

I keep waiting for the weather to get worse. And maybe it will. But for now, I am sticking to my claim. Londoners fancy complaining about the weather. Even when it ain't that bad.