It has been raining  for  five days - The Aberdeen Eveing Express claims worst February in the recorded meteorological history of the city - and everyone in the town is depressed about the true picture of things terrestrial.  The rain stopped but Newmachar was cut off and the road to Milltimber flooded,  Dyce flooded &c...  so Donald and  I  stepped  out  to  relieve our spirits.   We rose this morning,  in  beautiful sunshine, and it seemed to us spring was here,  and  so  we smoked a pipe and a reefer and exited the flat for to  view the architecture of Aberdeen in the radiant  glory  of the sun, before grubbing around stoned in the second hand bookshops.  It is later in the day, and Donald has gone and I have calmed down. These are my spring days, repeated annually now...