Here the temperature is never fixed. Nights might be hot and summery, but mornings are crisp and breezy. The rare building with A/C often makes you freeze, and if you’re finally ready to step back outside, the sky has turned white, chilling the air and threatening rain.
Then despite your chilly trek home, you might find your kitchen steamy as a green house. And how can I forget the blustery winds of the Underground?
I’m use to Austin summers being two temperatures, and both directly relate to whether I’m in or out. My architecture teacher use to claim climate changes enhance your other senses and enrich your memory of a particular place. In this case I think it’s true: temperamental temperatures make London a particular place of unpredictability.