April Is The Cruelest Month

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Spring ...



It's finally spring in London. On Tuesday and Wednesday I rode my bike through central London in the post-work hours and the tables outside the pubs were occupied by more than just the smokers. We'll know it's summer when some of the beer-gutted men have doffed their shirts--although since we didn't have one last year, who's to say we'll have one this year? Yesterday was sun, rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, sun. In short, typical April.