It May be.

So May, eh? I'm glad that's here. I don't think the first few months of the year count, you're warming up your tyres, you're just getting going. May is the real start of the year - the chill is out of your bones and you feel like you've got to grips with things. You can write the date and be reasonably sure that you'll get the right year. That's progress.

For however many reasons, I really don't like winter. I'm not a fan of the dark and the cold - some people are, and that's nice, because we'll always need folks to grit the streets or present the news when it snows a lot. I like wearing coats and scarves and drinking hot drinks, but these are things I am perfectly happy to do indoors.

No - this is where 2010 really gets going. It's why we have a bank holiday just because it's the first Monday in May, a tacit recognition of all the crap months we've had to go through to get here. Knowing my luck the snow will come back next week, but did you hear that just then? That was a starting pistol.