You know all those stories you hear about English weather being terrible, blah blah blah. For the most part it’s true. The thing is it doesn’t rain all day. That’s not true. The standard however is for a constant white cloud to be above your head 70% of the year. That’s what we call in daylighting terms as an overcast sky.

Yesterday ushered the first real day of spring for us here in London, giving us a glimse of things to come. Some would argue that the winter was just too damn long, and to be honest I can’t wait to get down on the basketball court at Chalk Farm and really get fit again. I work on the third floor, and we’ve got phenomenally shit lifts where I work. The irony of having crap services in a building full of building service engineers in not lost on me I assure you, but I was actually caught out of breathe the other day walking up the stairs, and I it was at that moment that I wished for spring to come and for me to actually get some exercise in.

Today it would seem brings about another glorious day, so I’m going to head over to Hampstead Heath, grab a frisbee from somewhere and maybe some nosh, and chill out before the grey/white sky comes back again.