the nation's collective mood sinks a few degrees too – do not mention my mood.
The journey beyond the front door last week was a slog through 15cm's of snow-like mud or gently defrosting dog-turds and a winter of re-emerging cigarette butts and other trash people trough away in november.
The real spring, the sunny and greenish one, is another 6 weeks away..
Unless I travel to some southern latitudes….
Geneva here I come!