It never ceases to amaze me how the sun in March seems to have magical properties. Sun in January, while almost non-existent, cheers us up marginally, but we still button up our coats and don hats and scarves to keep out that winter chill.
Sun in February might prise our mittens off our hands, but we're still wearing our knee-high boots and polarneck jumpers.
Sun in March, however, is a miracle worker. Jumpers are frivolously discarded. Scarves become obsolete, and flip flops the order of the day. Despite the fact that it's only about 2 degrees warmer in March than it is in February, girls have their legs out. Blokes have their legs out too. Even swimming in the sea becomes a recreational activity, not a charity fundraiser.
It's nice to see such optimism, however. It's as if we're all just waiting for the chance to celebrate summer, get into our bikini's and soak up the sun. Sadly, in reality, it's really not nearly as hot as we perceive it to be, and we all catch cold for being so very silly.
But it's not long to go. Soon we'll be wearing the latest summer gladrags and forgetting all about the nasty winter that preceded June. Until then, keep your spring coat on. Patience is a virtue, after all.
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