Spring

Finally, spring is in the air. Admittedly, that hoor of a north wind is still blowing, and there are cold, clear skies at night, but during the day there's proper sunshine - not that low-cal sunshine-lite rubbish you get in January - blue, skies and big, multi-storey, fluffy white clouds that look like they were drawn by a six-year-old.

Add to that Ireland's glorious, heady, youthful win last night (England buggered up a perfect football night by equalising and then taking the lead against Uruguay), and the arrival of the Special One's younger and boundfully-enthusuastic sister, the Baby-Faced Assassin (showing a neophyte around London is always refreshing), and it looks like being a very spring-ful March. The one downside is that I won't make it back home for Paddy's Week, but, all things considered, maybe this is a good thing.