A made a discovery: there was no spring this year at all. It was cold in March and cold in April, and then hot in April, and then lilacs bloomed and then there was snow in May, and next week, there was summer.
Don't tell me the cold and hot and snow *was* spring: I refuse to believe that forever and more and do not want.
It's terribly hot now, the lilacs are wilting, I need more job(s), I need air conditioning, and the books I ordered might be here next week, or in two weeks, and I will never use anything else than amazon.uk because damn.