I was travelling on the Long Island Rail Road earlier today, and overheard the following, between two women who, from the sounds of their conversation worked in the media. One of them was about to go on a business trip to England.
Woman 1: You know, the weather there in February will probably be the same as it is in August.
Woman 2: What do you mean?
Woman 1: Well, cold. I mean, I was there 20 years ago in August and I needed a sweater!
Woman 2 (confidently): Oh no, it's not at all like that now. It's hot in August.
Woman 1: Wow. You mean, like it's changed?
Woman 2: Yes, it's definitely changed - the summers are hot now. It's the weather at this time of year that will be vile - really, like, blustery.
Woman 1: That's really interesting.
It was so tempting to join in and point out that no, Britain has not undergone a climatic change of epic proportions hitherto unreported in the rest of the world. And the whole point about the British weather is that it's unpredictable.
What is more, on an unusually nasty New York winter day (freezing rain mixing with snow and slush and making for what the weather forecasters call a 'mucky commute') I thought it was a bit rich to call our February drizzle vile........
It seems I'm a bit more loyal to Blighty than I thought.