Fish and chips, drinking tea and queuing for our stamps in the Post Office are all quintessentially British.
As is another pastime of us British folk – talking about the weather.
And the weather, it seems, is now taking up far too many of my thoughts.
Now I don’t know if that’s because I’m getting older, that the polar bears are dying out, or that the icebergs are melting and Portsmouth will be like Atlantis in a few years. Who knows?
But it’s got so bad that I even found myself downloading a Met Office app for my phone the other day.
I’m now officially obsessed. And the only way I’ve been able to take my mind off this terrible drought we’re having has been to go white water rafting in the back garden.