Egg, Face.

Five days ago I confidently said that spring had arrived. And then this happened:

 

Yet twenty minutes later:

The Great Tits carry on singing regardless. Will we ever have a mature national debate about what's happening to our weather? I doubt it somehow. I remember up until the age of 15, snow seemed to be special, wonderful. Now it's happening all the time, out of all predictable sync. Meanwhile in 2012 we recorded the world's second largest increase in CO2 emissions...