Spring Has Sprung

A client of mine spends much of his year working in Malta. Before his very first winter stretch over there, one of the things that filled him with excited anticipation was the weather. Upon his brief first return, he was glum. "It's the weather" he said, "every day it's 15 degrees, bright, slightly humid, no variation. I put on some shorts, a tshirt, and off I go." Apparently the monotony of "mild" was mind numbing. "All I want is variation; to wear something different, to look forward to a sunny day after a week of rain, to feel an icy wind or get caught in a sharp shower of hail."

Spring has indeed sprung. Perhaps I should be grateful?!