Are we just a nation of complainers?

What is it with us Brits and our uncanny ability to complain about everything? Seriously everything! Are we just a nation of complainers? Some of our biggest bug bears, and rightly so in many instances, are: Traffic Peoples manners, or lack thereof Work Other people’s kids Our own kids Cold callers Shoddy customer service I try to take a positive outlook on life, for the most part at least, but I still find myself complaining about one thing or another. Several times a day actually, sometimes without even realising what I am doing. One of my favourite pastimes is getting on the phone to my mother or sister and having a good old gossip, chinwag, and moan about whatever it is that is bothering one of us at that particular time. Well, it is better to get things of your chest isn’t it? At least that’s what they say anyway. Though I am not sure who’ they’ are… I sit writing this post, inspired by my latest complaint. I have complained about it several times every day for at least the last couple of weeks. Every word out of my mouth over the last couple of days has been about my complaint: The weather! I’m pretty certain I’m not the only one complaining about the weather right now either.  We really are a nation of complainers. “Get outside and make the most of the weather”. How many times have you said, or heard these words uttered in the past few days? It isn’t often we have nice weather in the UK so we so have to make the most of it, I suppose. Or so I am led to believe. But what if I don’t want to make the most of the weather? What if I want to stay inside all day hiding away from the weather? Don’t get me wrong, I love the nicer weather as much as the next person. Waking up to the sun shining almost instantly lifts my spirits. Life just feels easier with nice weather. Everyone is happier. The washing can be hung out on the line. I have the perfect excuse to buy my favourite smoothie from Costa. I actually want to eat salad instead of stodge. Life really is better with nicer weather. I would just prefer it if this nicer weather was happening during the springtime. With the summer comes the humidity and the pollen. I hate being too hot. It makes me sweat and then I feel disgusting. I never know whether I should take a jacket with me or not when I go out. My living room gets as hot as a furnace. People stink of BO – I’m probably one of them. I can’t sleep at night. I hate the pollen even more than I hate the humidity. I’ve suffered with hayfever since I was about fifteen (I think). Every year I am optimistic that I would have ‘grown out of it’ so to speak. Yet every year, on the first of June without fail, it rears its ugly head. I have a blocked nose, itchy bloodshot eyes, and a massive weekly bill for every hayfever product on the shelf in the pharmacy. The pollen seriously makes me miserable. I can’t even hang the washing out on the line without sneezing and my eyes starting to water and itch. I can’t have any windows or doors open so the house is always too hot. This makes me feel really bad because Chris and Molly are always too warm as it is. Seriously, they could be stood naked in Antarctica and still be too hot them two. With the nicer weather comes the invites as everyone tries to ‘make the most of the weather’. People are having BBQs, putting their big paddling pools out so the ‘big kids’ can get in, they want to go for picnics, or for long countryside walks. These things are all great, and I love being invited. Or I would if it was in the Spring before my hayfever kicks in. With the invites come two options. I either have to: Come up with an excuse to get out of my invite – which isn’t very fair on Chris and Molly Accept the invite and sit there being miserable as my eyes get redder, swelling to the point of me resembling someone who has spent the last few years being beaten up in a boxing ring.  Or while I sit there with tissue shoved up my nose wearing the biggest, ugliest wraparound sunglasses you can find in my attempts to keep the pollen out. So, I don’t want to sound ungrateful or anything, but is it winter yet? I am completely done with summer. And I am completely done with complaining about it. Are we just a nation of complainers? Maybe I complain enough for the entire nation… What do you think? Are you with me on this or am I just being an ungrateful sod?   Sam x *UPDATE* You can also find me blogging at Serenely Sam