I've just returned from a bike ride with my daughter. The wind was whipping through my hair, my bare hands were turning into icicles, and despite the layers of clothes I wore, my whole body was freezing.
Spring, my ass! The first thing I reached for upon entering the house was a cup and tea bag and then to the nearby stove to boil some water. Hot! Gimme something hot!
I should have worn gloves. And a hat. But no. I believed that calendar on the wall and ventured out thinking there'd be a nice warm sun shining down, instead of a cruel, cold, biting wind.
It's not really spring. Only in my mind.