Something not seen for some time – and no, I don’t mean mother in a size eight – something far more attractive than that could ever be. It was a bright shiny ball thing that if you fantasised long enough, you could have sworn was even emitting the smallest bit of heat. Now last year, it had to be noted that spring, like gentlemen of a certain age, needed more than a little bit of encouragement to get up and at it. We had many a false start before we were indeed in business, so I am thinking maybe we need to get on the front hoof here and you know find spring’s equivalent of the little blue pills. But this isn’t about me losing a not-asked-for-and-didn’t-come-with-a-gift-receipt-ginger-whinger-“brother”, this is about the greatest good for the greatest number.