Are we all enjoying this seasonal spring weather? No, me neither.
 

As a cyclist who is on the saddle for an hour most mornings, my extremities are turning blue at the moment due to these bitter Arctic winds (Stop sniggering at the back, I’m talking hands and feet, OK. It’s not a Carry On film).
 

I feel sorry for councils at the moment, I genuinely do. Because as soon as there is a bit of snow or frost, the cracks in the road widen and turn into potholes.

And, in the middle of a recession, councils have to find the money to fix them.

I can imagine a collective sigh at Guildhall whenever the forcaster predicts sub-zero temperatures.
 

So my regular cycle journey through Thames Ditton, Kingston, New Malden and Worcester Park gets a bit more “clunky”.

That’s a technical term by the way for cycling over wide cracks and avoiding potholes.
 

And it’s not just cyclists bearing the brunt.
 

It was reported that AA president Edmund King was filling his Mercedes with petrol when the front collapsed due to wear and tear from potholes.
 

Still, I’m not going to file a claim to the local authority because of a buckled wheel. I’m not one of those people.
 

You know, the sort who trip over a stone and sue the council.

That sort of thing always reminds me of an Alexei Sayle gag: “I went to the toilet three days ago and the council still haven’t come round to flush it.”
 

People moan because of potholes, moan when they aren’t being fixed, and then moan when they are being fixed because of “endless roadworks”.
 

No, the council isn’t at fault all the time. Sometimes it’s the weather. So have a go at God – he’s to blame.