Snow, or rather, the lack of it.
I like snow. Living in Salford we regularly get forecasts of “THE WORLD IS ENDING, NECK DEEP SNOW IN WEEK LONG BLIZZARDS” for the entire surrounding area and here, if lucky, we might see a couple of flakes mixed in with the rain and drizzle while the rest of the country gets out their snow chains and has happy times building snowmen while snowed in at home.
*Mild* exaggeration perhaps, but it makes me grumpy. Oh the celebrations of the children when we have half a glorious inch that lasts for nearly a whole day! Back when I were young, darn sarf in Kent, we had it proper. My kids have seen nothing like it.