Icy no ships......

When winter's Arctic grip is such,
that you can't feel your feet.
Remember, just six months ago
we moaned about the heat!

We hate the rain, the wind, the snow;
we can't cope with black ice.
But neither are we happy when
the sun's out, and it's nice.

We loathe the warmth, the arid air,
we long for summer rain.
But then we get a downpour....
and do nothing but complain!

We're never happy when it's cold;
we're grumpy when it's hot.
(We're British and that simply means,
we whinge an awful lot!)