Easter started off as a pagan festival to welcome the spring.
So now that’s happened, can someone please tell the weather?
After all, I am trying to keep on running so I am in with a chance of completing the Great North Run, and then the Great South Run, without dying.
But it’s so cold I can only manage a couple of miles before my asthmatic lungs freeze over and I have to stop for an exceptionally attractive coughing fit.
My birthday marks the calendar beginning of spring, and Easter was always supposed to let us celebrate the coming of the sunshine.
So please, gods of weather, let it shine, let it warm us all up, and let me finally defrost from my winter lethargy.