“ Spring in the rest of the world is a riot of blossoms and gentle warmth. In London, it's a tense negotiation. The daffodils bravely push through, a bright yellow "V for Vendetta" against the grey. The trees get a faint, green haze. And then, without fail, we are hit by "The Ides of March Gusts," a series of gales that seem personally offended by this show of life. It's a battle between optimism and entrenched dampness. A truly warm April day is viewed as a meteorological error, soon to be corrected by a "return to seasonal norms," which is code for "put the heating back on." London spring is less a season and more a propaganda campaign by the gardening industry. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK. ”