Pinch Punch

April 1st. Spring still lagging behind, like a kid who never wanted to go to the shops anyway. Clouds sulking, wind not cooperating, The hopeful sun cajoling for change.
"Come on lads, it'll be great!"
"Whatever, we like the cold better."
"You are ruining the year for everyone else."
"They chucked their crap all over the house first."
"Ah, fair point. Fuck 'em, Narnia it is."