Very true!

I shall do the same:

It's nice to buy your train and bus ticket once a year without scrabbling for change in front of an impatient driver; it's nice to be brought to your door by bus at four in the morning after an evening in town, without having been mugged or stabbed on the way; it's nice to get a decent cup of coffee; it's nice to look at a lake and snow covered mountains on your way to work; it's nice to eat sausages; it's nice to see the pavements already cleared of snow before setting off for work at 6.45; it's nice to be so close to everywhere else; and, most importantly of all, it's nice to be reminded about what is so special about being English.

Maybe it's not such a bad place, after all!