Don���t be fooled by the sunshine ��� there are only dark days ahead

This is Peter Hitchens��� Mail on Sunday column

I have come to hate this beautiful weather, the loveliest spring for 50 years. I long to wake up to a filthy morning of dirty grey skies and miserable rain, like the one Tennyson described when he wrote ���ghastly, thro��� the drizzling rain, on the bald street, breaks the blank day���. This is because I think the British people are lost in an unreal, sunshiny dreamtime of delusion, seeing the current crisis as a sort of holiday after which they...