Ah Spring. The time of year for the birds and the wheeze, the flowers and the sneeze. I embrace the end of winter with a huge degree of enthusiasm and an even bigger box of tissues and supply of antihistamine. I suspect there is a viral component to this week's malaise but the desire to poke my eyes out to get rid of both the itch on the surface and the pain behind them shooting into my skull suggests a rather large dose of the seasonal sneeze. Yeah, Spring sucks and then you go for a walk and see the new season of little ducklings and your heart melts. Then a magpie strikes and the warm inner glow melts and then you reach for the tissue box and know it will pass.
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