You know what this is?
Neither do I exactly, but it has something to do with the reproductive cycle of the London plane tree, and at this time of year it’s everywhere – in all the parks, blowing around the streets, piled up in all the gutters. And of course clogging up my eyes, nose and throat and temper. What looks like fluff is actually made up of tiny little spikes, which scratch your eyeballs when they get into your eyes – and when you dig your fingertips into your eyes to try and get them out, and even when you blink frantically to try and water them out with tears. (And try blinking frantically when riding through rush-hour traffic.) And if one ends up in your throat, you’ll be struck by a paroxysm of coughing so severe that you’ll have to stop the bike and hack and retch and gulp down water until it goes away. And if one gets down your top, it has exactly the same effect as itching powder.
If it’s not one bloody thing it’s another. Bring back the snow.