I've got a spring in my step after a long hard winter of discontent
Well, we're nearly there. I am referring to the hopefully imminent passing of what has been a winter of extreme discontent and the arrival of spring, my absolute favourite time of the year.
A while back, I wrote about inheriting my late mother's tendency to slip into what she used to euphemistically refer to as her 'winter blues'.
If she was alive today, she more than likely would have been diagnosed as suffering from depression and provided with some help.