Topical Topics of Conversation in Dubai

It’s funny how the world pokes fun at the British for considering the weather a ‘must’ topic of conversation.  It is almost frowned upon not to make reference to the weather in 99% of your conversations in Blighty.  It is irrelevant that 90% of references to weather are moans about the climate; it should be mentioned.

Other nationalities find this odd, bizarre even, especially as there does not seem to be much diversity to the weather on the Isle.  Spring tries desperately to escape the bone aching damp of winter, but summer is upon us by the time it succeeds.  Summer totals about 2 weeks spread over a 12 week period, and willingly welcomes a blustery, grey autumn just as one would welcome a dear friend.  Sure, sometimes the weather treats us to a  ‘heatwave’ (3 straight days of 29 degrees does not constitute a heatwave) and winter fun in the snow (fun for the kids but not so much for the big people who try to go about their daily business in a country that freezes with lack of preparation.  But at least it presents yet another reason to grumble about the weather).

People grumble about the climate that rarely fails to meet expectations.  Yet they still have hope that it will improve, that it will transform into a sunny, blue skied, breezy-as-if-by-the-sea type climate and dare to rival their European neighbours, France, Italy and Spain.  A nation of optimists?

Dubai is not that much different.  The 4 seasons are lovely, hot, very hot, and so flippin’ hot you need gills to breathe!  Whilst we may not use the word ‘weather’ very often, we still talk about it a lot. We tend to talk more about ‘temperatures’.  Every summer we bemoan the heat.  It’s the desert.  We know that.  We know what to expect, yet each year we have hold onto the British’ hope that this year things might be different.  We talk of the early onset of summer, the length of summer, how much longer it is getting, how much difference 5 degrees can make, and of course, the impact of humidity (who knew there was humidity in the desert?). The lifer expats talk of summer ending in September 10 years ago, yet now it seems summer is only vanquished mid way through November……

From mid-November we are on rain watch.  Absence truly makes the heart grow fonder.

When in December/January morning car themometers read 11 degrees, we feel like bears waking from hibernation.  It is time to celebrate.  We feel alive, energetic and ecstatically happy.

However, last week the morning car temperature quickly increased by the day to reach 21 degrees.  It was not even mid-January.  What was happening?  I was stunned.  Everyone I know dropped their defeated heads, disappointed that global warming was forcing winter into an even earlier retreat.

This is what we talk about at each school drop off, school pick up, at work, at the weekends, sitting by the pool, when testing the pool waters, when sitting at the side of the football pitch, rugby pitch, tennis court, even on the dash from the carpark to the supermarket……the desert weather is an ever present constant in our lives.

I guess we are no different to the British!

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