For those of you who also live in this wonderful part of the world known as north-east Scotland, I do realise that snow is not uncommon in March. And that today might actually have been Spring. Just be a sport and stick with me anyway.
Here are some of the things that I love most about the season that lies tantalisingly before us:
- There's a glimmer of hope that, even when you've had a full shift at work, you'll still manage to catch some daylight at either end of it.
- What seems to have been an eternally dull grey landscape suddenly bursts back into life with a riot of colour.
- Family weekends are less about watching movies and huddling over electronic devices and more about the great outdoors and all of its associated adventures.
- The desperate business of finding gloves, hats, buffs and boots for everyone before you leave the house is no longer necessary. Neither is the requirement to wear a coat that makes you resemble a cladded boiler with hands and feet.
- Your winter glass of warming red is replaced by something altogether more sparkly and fun. Pimms? Prosecco? G & T?
As with any situation, however, there are some minor drawbacks to the onslaught of Spring:
- You realise that your windows haven't been cleaned properly since last September. And that you now actually want to look out of them.
- Your husband will become obsessed as to when the first cut of the lawn should take place. And which of the other neighbours have beaten him to it.
- And - scariest of all - alongside the welcome shedding of layers is the realisation that a major body maintenance review is required.
Fake tan anyone?
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