I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring, I do. Don't you? Of course you do.
Okay, maybe I'm a couple of weeks early, but by God, what a glorious weekend it's been. Sunny and 25, sunny and 25, even at midnight it's been sunny and 25 that's how good it's been. And call me a sad old suburbanite if you will, but there's something good for the soul in watching your children play on the lawn you've just mowed, with the smell of fresh-cut grass in your nostrils and the budgie cages going mad with tweets and twits and all manner of chirpy noises.
It's been that sort of weekend.