Today I’ve taken some time out from writing to work on updating this site, which I’ve been meaning to do for a while. And, if I do say so myself, it’s looking pretty dapper. So what’s changed? Firstly I’ve invested in a domain name so it’s a website in itself rather than just being A.N.Other Wordpress site. Secondly, I’ve updated the theme so it looks a touch smarter. Thirdly, and most importantly, I’ve added some additional tabs to the menu bar and posted links to my published writing and the top posts from this blog since its inception (saving new readers the hassle of trawling through past posts to find the best ones). It’s still a work in progress but it feels good having made a start on pulling everything together. A writer’s website is, after all, their shop front, and it doesn’t do to have a messy window.
It’s been a long old winter this year, one that’s greedily stretched its icy fingers all the way into April. Roads have been closed, leaving cars shrouded in snow looking like strangely shaped, grotesque and faceless snowmen. Homes have been without electricity and thousands of elderly and vulnerable people have been housebound and alone.
And all the while an overwhelming, cloying, crushing malaise has settled on the dwellers of London, this city I call home, as I’m sure it has across the many other towns and cities in our fair (or, let’s face it, not so fair in recent months) land. The kind of malaise that leaves you wondering with alarming regularity why you don’t just move somewhere with guaranteed sunshine and be done with all the greyness and the bitter cold once and for all.
But we Brits are a hardy bunch, and our impressive ability to moan is surpassed only by our ability to bear the weight of such an oppressive spell of poor weather. The lack of Vitamin D has no doubt been a factor in our collective mood this past few weeks, but deep down each and every one of us has been stoic in the face of the Big Freeze, purely because we knew it wouldn’t – couldn’t – last forever. We have been playing the waiting game.
And if today’s weather is anything to go by, that waiting game may soon be at an end. For when I stepped outside this morning for my run something felt different. There was still a slight chill in the air, granted, but as I ran I could feel the warmth of the glorious sunshine on my face and I just knew in my bones that winter was finally losing its war against spring. Clapham Common was full of runners, their gloves and hats stowed away at home for the first time this year, as were mine. Parents pushed prams lazily, without rushing or wincing in the biting wind. The collective malaise had lifted, at least temporarily, and in its wake were cheerful people blinking in the light like newborns, ready for whatever life saw fit to bring.