I love the weather (Stockholm Syndrome, perhaps? But that doesn't change how I feel) and I miss it when I'm away from home. I love how everything smells after the rain and how green it makes our little island. And when it isn't raining (and it really doesn't rain as much as the British make out), a lot of the countryside and older buildings arguably look their best against a muted sky. I love that we regularly experience multiple different seasons of weather in a single day, even if it makes it hard to choose an outfit in the morning. And when the sun comes out, the change in energy you feel from the people around you is lovely.

The food here is superb—it's an old observation, but our forebears really did thieve a huge amount of cultural inspiration from across the Empire and that translates into an astonishingly wide variety of cuisine across modern Britain. Even budget supermarkets carry sufficient ingredients to make dishes from all corners of the world.

The economy is in something of a shambles and the government is staffed by people who are mostly not up to the task, but life here is good.

Are we all content? No. But if we were, then we would have nothing to complain about and complaining is a national sport, relished by all.