There's something (yellow) in the air...and plenty of it.

If I had any poetic skill (or licence, for that matter) I could start this dusty meandering with a poem.

But I haven't, so I'll start it with this instead.

There's naughty pollen everywhere,
It's on the car and in the air,
It's up me nose and in me throat,
It certainly does not get my vote.


Indeed, it is the season of the pollen clouds, and this year it seems to have come a little earlier than usual, although the allergy boffins do say it tends to kick off at