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Hi Guys, 

It's that time of year again when I welcome back Spring! Ahh, the season of ice-creams, beach dreams and all new movie scenes! I, ever controversial, am not it's biggest fan! 

I just don't get what all of the fuss is about! Spring is literally just Autumn that decided it would be fun to roll around in a bit of blossom. The temperatures are exactly the same! Yet- in this messed up place we call earth- it's weird to show shoulders in Autumn. Roll around Spring and outcomes the sun cream! Put your winter coats away and run to the beach in nothing but a T-Shirt and shorts! 

People of Britain seem to be obsessed with the little bit of sun! Let's forget for a minute that Spring and Autumn are exactly the same. Let's pretend that Spring is oh-so original and say that the sun only comes out then. Why do people like it so much? You live in the U.K for God's Sakes! It is windy; it is prone to showers; it will always be cold!   

Yes, there are fleeting days in Summer which could be vaguely classed as warm but I do not think it is shorts weather! I normally tough it out and pretend I'm having the time of my life in my fun printed pair of shorts but really- and it's not just me- my legs are cold. People who wear shorts all the time... how do you do it? I have seen people wandering the streets mid February in ridiculously tacky shorts. Why?!?

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