It always starts for me when the clocks spring forward. As soon as my body accepts that it has been cheated of one hour of sleep, and gets over it, I get this sort of smile inside my head which never quite leaves me. I get a bounce in my step, my head lifts up and everything that yesterday seemed impossible now looks achievable.My body only acknowledges two seasons, winter and summer: black and white, sad and happy, cold and warm. The other two are a kind of halfway house which leave me impatient and eager to get on with the rest of the year.