Where is my London weather

You know when you've bought a really big woolly knitted jumper and on the way home you imagine late nights cuddled up in the sofa with a big cup of tea and your favourite reading (Harry Potter, Madam Geneva or The Independent for me, please!). Candlelights, rain drizzling outside, big pillows and a blanket draped over your knees.

But no.

When I got home, the sofa was occupied, there was no green tea and the sun was still bloody shining.

Bah!