Well, here in the heartland of Upper Canada (place names littered with dead Englishmen, etc.), the late Queen V has given us very un-English weather. Warm, but not too hot, sunny, not even terribly buggy. You just never know lives in the wrong neck of the woods, apparently. And maybe you can tell me why all my local cyclists appear to be devoted to green, teal and grey t-shirts?; they blend into the background very successfully until you nearly hit them...
And if unsafe's Satan hangs out anywhere, it's in fireworks. Make my poor dog just crazy; she has spent the last two evenings buried in the couch cushions, shuddering in fear.