The sun has been shining since I woke up this morning, and the temperature is a very pleasant 12 degrees. All around the trees are starting to blossom, daffodils are blooming, and the grass needs to be cut (remember that smell?) In a couple of weeks the clocks will go forward, and we'll take the covers off the garden furniture. I love this time of year, so why am I shortly going to swap it for an Australian winter?
I think I know what I'm doing, someone over there tell me I am! :?