All you really need to know is that you'll never be as happy or contented as the Mowl.
Now get out there are haul those sandbags before you drown in your own kitchen, there's more rain on the way.
Ha-ha! Imagine living on a tiny island in a massive ocean? Where the rain never stops, where the rivers, streams, lakes, canals, reservoirs, waterfalls, are always flowing and yet where when it rains a little more than usual, the entire country folds up like a damp house of cards caught out in the drizzle? Failure after failure. Money thrown after money burned. Where tens of thousands of houses built too close to the sea, or out on flood plains, or too close to a river, are all fucked every time the clouds gather and get busy?
And then spending your days criticizing the world's happiest country?
Poor Jambo.