Sunday afternoon of a perfectly beautiful day. Last Monday, at 10 a.m. it was winter, and by noon, it was summer. That’s how it is in Toronto – one hour of temperate spring. Suddenly you throw off your winter coat and scrabble in the closet for sandals to put on your pasty white feet. We’ve had such a heavenly week that Torontonians are desperate for something to complain about and have settled on a possible transit strike.