There is something comforting about the ritual of talking about the weather.
"Yes, Isn't it. Roll on the summer. Then we'll say: it's too hot."
"And too dry!"
The sound of someone playing the organ percolates from King Charles the Martyr. It is almost better when you catch it that way, mingled with traffic sounds, than sitting solemnly in a pew inside.
I like the suggestion from Charles Moore in this week's Spectator of a new comedy act in the style of Morcombe and Wise or Smith and Jones, called Chip and Pin.