Every so often I try to recall why on
earth I decided to study in England. Why did I pick Blighty,
if I had the option of 195 other countries in the world? Obviously I
can think of worse places to live, such as Uzbekistan, but I really
wouldn't mind if I could revise in my bikini on the beach in a
tropical resort..
No, No. I decided to emigrate to
probably the wettest country of Europe instead, thanks to the North
Atlantic depressions.
As Forest Gump would say: "we go
through every kind of rain there is. Little bitty stinging rain.. and
big old fat rain. Rain that flows in sideways, and sometimes rain
even seems to come straight up from underneath. Shoot, it even rains
at night". The UK really splashes and squelches its way through
every single month! Every day the British weather conditions make me
go mad. In the morning I leave the house wearing sunnies, only to
come back soaked to the skin! (No. unfortunately not sun soaked)
I have accepted that rain is a part of
the 'British experience', and I am not blaming Britain on having such
miserable weather conditions.. But what does annoy me to bits is the
fact that English people massively underestimate the wetness of their
country!
When I say its chucking down with rain,
my English friends believe its just a bit of drizzle.
When they suggest there's a little
shower, I see the rain hammering relentlessly from a sky the colour
of cigarette ash.
The only positive thing when it is
bucketing down again
is that I can wear my comfy hunter boots
and
its a legitimate excuse to bake
home-made blueberry muffins
and eat them all myself.
Oh, and it is of course blooody romantic to kiss in the rain too! *sigh*
But yeah, weather wise.. The Netherlands is definitely winning.
Liefs,
Dutchy xx
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