T-T-Talk About the Weather-er-er-er.
According to the English, one of the world’s stereotypes of the English is that they always talk about the weather. Now I grew up with an English dad, and I live in the world, and I had NEVER heard about this until I moved here. I knew quite a bit about some other stereotypes which the English - based on this weather one - would probably be MIGHTY disappointed to hear, but I definitely had not heard this one. But just in case all of you other world-dwellers (well, the three of you who read this anyway) have indeed heard about this and are dead-set on maintaining your views about the English population and their weather-talking ways, I am here to help assuage your stubbornness.
So, do the English talk about the weather more than one would think normal? Yes, they do. I can’t help but think, though, that Americans talk about the weather quite a bit, as well. I can think of dozens of instances when, upon meeting a colleague on the elevator, conversation began with, “Gosh it’s chilly out there, isn’t it?,” or “Phew! What a scorcher this one is!,” or “Will this rain EVER stop?,” or even the exclamatory, “Can you beLIEVE this weather?” That said, however, I do find that the English discuss the weather even more frequently than my American colleagues.
BUT, now that I live here, I found out why.
The weather here is just crazy. It’s nuts. Last week it was 90 and I went out to buy appropriate clothing for a hot, stuffy office. This week I’m freezing my tuchus off in trousers and a lightweight jumper. If I truly aimed to dress appropriately for the weather at all times, I would have to pull a suitcase along with me - umbrella, raincoat and boots, lightweight jumper (that’s sweater), heavyweight jumper, shorts, trousers (see, I’ve learned the pants lesson), socks, sneakers, sandals - the works. And then by the time I put my boots and raincoat on, it would be hot and I’d have to strip down to my bikini again (because that’s totally what I wear when it’s hot outside). Now, from what I gather, the winter is raWther more predictable - cold, rainy, cold, rainy, cold & rainy, rainy & cold. . . . I’m thinking, though, that wallowing in our collective misery will be enough to encourage conversation about the winter weather, too. We shall see.
News: The bugs are GOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEE!!! Albeit, I’m afraid to step on the rug with bare feet thanks to the thick coating of pesticide seeping through it. It has been about a week, and I feel like maybe a month is enough time. One day I might even lay on it. TBD.

Three people who read this? Three?!? I count at least three besides me who have made comments. My only conclusion can be that you have stopped counting me amongst your regular readers. My sorrow knows no bounds.
Comment by Patrick — July 29, 2005 @ 12:49 am
I know, I know. . . it was an exercise in modesty. Give me some credit for trying.
Comment by Tiffany — July 29, 2005 @ 7:39 am
I read! I read! And BTW, by that I do not mean I can read per se, but that I do read your charming blog.
Comment by Kimberly — July 29, 2005 @ 4:56 pm
I read also. I don’t read books, but I read this.
Comment by Whitey — July 29, 2005 @ 8:37 pm
I read this too!
Comment by Melissa — July 30, 2005 @ 12:59 pm
Me too… (a bit late maybe)
Comment by BDR — August 17, 2005 @ 12:51 pm