I realise I am growing a very distinct English behaviour towards the weather.

In the way that whenever the rain stops, and the weather can be described as vaguely sunny, I will be the first outside and take my sunglasses out of my bag as fast as any character out of a Western film would take his gun out.

I've been living in England for too long now not to consider the sun as an amazing and rare opportunity to be outside.
My friends here thought I was a real freak when I proudly said I had spent the morning outside in the sun: "But it's January!"

And then what? It's sunny, warm, I'm on a vacation, and right after my coffee, I am taking a book with me and will go and read on the beach. Little does it matter to me, if the French around here think it's too early in the year to do this, it means I'll have the beach for myself!