Sometimes people will ask you how you are. The English do this habitually and how you are is of NO interest to them whatsoever. So you keep it short: “Fine, thank you”. Once we have established that we are all fine, social niceties over, you may proceed to weather.
My parents never ask me how I am. It’s an oddity which I do not wish to invest time examining why this is so. Most certainly not because of lack of interest on their part. More likely my forbidding character. When my dear sweet mother asked me, two days ago, I knew my father had put her up to it. Because he can’t bring himself to ask me himself. Strangely the phone line kept breaking.