Grey Happiness

When asked ‘So what’s your favourite colour?’ most people will say red, or blue, or yellow (taken from Non-existent Statistics Inc). I can’t think of anyone who would say grey, if you’re out there feel free to post your comment here. Grey is one of those colours that looks good on paper, or on a business suit, or on an elephant… but not in the sky for 364 and a half days of the year!

Blue skies, as I may have said before make me jump for joy, I love them, I miss them, I crave them. In London grey=good, blue=bad. This, like dodgy chicken, doesn’t agree with me.

When I was still in Cape Town planning my journey to the other side of the world, everyone kept telling me about how crap the weather is in London. My answer was always simple, ‘I’m not much of a weather person, so I don’t think it’ll bother me too much’. Never have I been so wrong in my life, I hate the grey skies with a passion! Well maybe not hate, as much as extreme dislike for most of the time.

The grey skies can at times be comforting, an example of these rare occasions is when its not raining, or when the grey clouds disappear to reveal the blue skies only to let the contained heat out at the same time. So either way you cant win, unless you’re here for the 2 hours of summer that all Londoners enjoy.

Blue skies in Cape Town normally mean heat, even during winter our sun is hot, as one would expect a giant ball of burning gas explosions to be. Sun in the UK is not hot, I’m still trying to find out if maybe they have a different sun to the southern hemisphere, or if it is the same, why on this beautiful blue & green earth is it cold in England?

So aside from my moaning about the pleasures that the grey skies bring to my heart, at least London isn’t as cold as people make out to be. There are times when thermal underwear would help, but they are few and far between.