
The sun is shining, the birds are singing... oh wait. It ISN'T and THEY AREN'T.
It's meant to be spring. There are meant to be daffodils lining the roadside, and lambs frolicking in green grass. Instead, the majority of the country is being pounded with hail and snow and sleet and frost and smog. Maybe not smog.
However this shouldn't stop you from breaking out the picnic blanket and pretending it's spring anyway. Because imagination.
So, clear your front room up a bit and whack the heating on full power. Lay the blanket. Pack a hamper, and...