Funny really, how quickly we adapt. Was it only last week that I was searching for the thick mittens again, trying to find an excuse for not going out, all that careful wrapping up every day. And the complaints, the misery, will it ever get warm, is this the climate change, would you shut up.

And once again, the air is balmy, a warm wind blows in my face, the trees are in full pink and white and yellow finery. Never mind the odd shower, even if it is a bit of sleet. That's just April, the jester.

We are in business. This is spring. What were we complaining about again?