It’s that time of year, isn’t it? When we are once again slaves to springs inevitable schizophrenia. Yesterday the blue skies and warmth in the air were almost tangible, today it feels as though yesterdays window into blissful summer days is a distant memory. Spring, how fickle you are. So, today I am keeping the blinds closed, ignoring the grey wetness, and daydreaming of a Mediterranean vacation with the girl friends.