Postpublished at 18:00
April is the cruellest month, wrote T.S. Elliot – but let me make the case for May.
You finally get those first few days of hot weather, can venture outside without a sweater, perhaps find yourself a little sunburnt after a long, hazy day in the park.
Inevitably, your thoughts turn to days of basking in the stands at the cricket, taking in the best of the international summer.
And where do you find yourself? Sat under a brolly in Cardiff, staring intently at a mass of plastic sheeting, desperately willing it to move, knowing it never will.
It’s the third T20 between England and Pakistan. Maybe we’ll get a game, maybe we won’t. Either way, we’ll keep you informed.