Every year there is a day, one single day, between the end of January and the start of February when the sun comes out, the temperature sneaks just above 5 degrees and London feels like it might be about to streak into spring.
BUT 
it is all a major trick
You go to bed filled with hope and thoughts of Daffodils, and you wake up and there is nothing but grey grey grey grey. And more grey.
Every year I get tricked. You would think I would learn. Optimism is a fine thing really, makes it easier to get through the winter in the Northern Hemisphere if nothing else!
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