False Spring

Though it's a bit early this year, it's a regular occurrence in London.  I call it the False Spring.  During March, we get a startling break from the cold/grey/rain (and a bit of snow these last few years) and suddenly, it feels like Spring.  The daffodils and other bulbs optimistically poke their heads through the dead leaves, the sun shines, the temperature soars to 55f and everyone feels good again.  It's a great thing.

Unfortunately it seems to generally be followed by an April shower or sixty (that's roughly two showers a day mind) and things get a bit chilly again before starting to look bright, possibly, around mid-May.

I say make hay while the sun shines, but just don't let yourselves be broken-hearted when our False Spring disappears for awhile.  Just count the sunny days while you can!

Great song no.2

Charlie Whitehead's Who Do They Think They Are, about as timeless as they come, unfortunately.

Who do they think they are To ask me to live among the filth and waste Tell me that it's my place Me who discovered this place Me who found a race Built on equality Who do they think they'll need

January Blues

Who's got them?  Not me!  It's good to feel so positive, despite the endless grey and wet of January in London.  It is amazing what a new year can do for the soul.  Nothing much has changed, but just that one digit clicking forward to 2012 seems to have given me a great boost.