January: It’s too cold
February: It’s too cold
March: It’s too wet
April: Why is it always raining? I wish we could have some sunshine.
May: It’s supposed to be summer, when’s it going to get hot?
June: It’s supposed to be summer, when’s it going to get hot?
July: Oh God, it’s too hot. I can’t handle it. I might die from the heat. I wish it would rain.
August: It’s supposed to be summer, when’s it going to get hot?
September: It’s getting cold. It’s getting dark. I hate winter.
October: It’s too cold
November: It’s too cold
December: It’s too cold
You’re right of course, it’s all because of the other months that we aren’t equipped to deal with the week of good weather
You should thank God for the variety. I spent a year and a half in Phoenix, Arizona and the sameness just about killed me. It was 18 months of unrelenting heat and sun beating down on me. It was unbearable.
Dullest job on the planet: Phoenix weatherman.
This has been my thoughts on weather since moving to Spain
April:Why is it raining? Where is the sun?
May:It’s too hot, where is the rain?
June:It’s too hot, where is the rain?
July:It’s much too hot! I NEED rain!
Prediction for August. All time (not just free time) will be spent in the pool and never moving from there.
Exactly! Although it’s supposed to rain later. Doesn’t seem like it now.
I prefer middlin weather, hot enough to wear t shirts, cold enough so you still need a duvet. I can’t cope otherwise.
I felt 4 drops of rain on me earlier. I was lying in the garden, bikini clad, reading a book. Then it stopped raining. Then the sun came out. Then it clouded over. I went inside. Then I went outside and sat in the “pool”. Then I went inside again because it clouded over.
I’m bloody exhausted.
I live in Phoenix, AZ and curse myself for it everyday during the summer. However, we have these great monsoon storms that send all of us in a tizzy. We get a few drops of rain on the ground and dusty winds and drivers freak out, school close and the weathermen are announcing disaster areas. Loads of entertainment. You should visit and bring popcorn.
Ha ha, so true!!! I’m loving the heat in Glasgow at the moment but part of me seriously can’t cope with it!
It’s all to do with the essential misery of the human condition.
Still, mustn’t grumble eh?
Oooh how I so agree! I’m melting at the moment.. In hot rain… hmm..
LizSara – either that or we just like complaining?
UB – dullest or easiest?
Teabelly – I’m actually a fan of the cold. As long as I’m inside and warm.
Robbie – that’s right, rub it in.
Jo – good exercise then
Sara – you should see us in the UK when we get rain/wind/snow/sunshine/anything. Everything breaks down.
Paiula – heat? in Glasgow? I thought it always rained there?
Murph – you’re quite right me old bean.
Emmie – hello. It was so nice to have the rain last night – just took the edge of the humidity a bit!
Ha, that’s funny. At least it gives everyone something to complain about.
After moving from Oz (as in Australia, not as in The Wonderful Wizard of… although how cool would THAT be?!) a year and a half ago, I’ve been finding the whole English weather thing wildly entertaining. I’m from the Sunshine Coast in Australia, where being a pasty brunette with an aversion to direct sunlight practically makes me foreign. My year-long dialogue with the weather goes like this:
January: I’m dying. Somebody turn off the sun.
February: As above.
March: As above.
April: As above.
May: Oh, Winter’s here… time to don a light cardigan, then take it off an hour later when it gets too stiflingly hot to breathe.
June: As above.
July: As above.
August: Oh god. Summer’s coming. Run away!
September: As above.
October: As above.
November: As Above.
December: *No sound. Have fallen into heatstroke-induced coma.*
The Modern Gal – funny when you don’t live here. When you do it’s just like “ARG! STOP IT!”
Hey Digressica – nice to “meet” you. You must be loving the English weather!
beautifully put, NC
Milla – thank you
This sounds an awful lot like Chicago.