It's March; and the sun, as my title eludes to, has got his hat on.
It's warm! I'm loving the nice weather, and now that I've finished my essay I can actually enjoy it (and, y'know, ignore the pile of work that's sitting in my bag for the time being...) with a pint.
I mean yes, admittedly, the booze, whilst freely flowing does offer a trip into the memory banks and reminds you what things are like when you're sober. Those little niggly issues that all of us want to ignore all the time but never can; those massive issues that control our lives and make us wish we could just hibernate for eternity- they all come out.
Would we change it? Probably not, because as long as the bants are freely flowing we can embrace an evening getting 'merry' and forget the impending repercussions. Then, when we do get irritated by the goings on of our lives, we know it's time to go home, eat some toast and go to bed.
Quintessential British behaviour, in a nutshell.
