Cheered

And the good news is – this is the last day of January!

It’s felt like it’s crept up on me a little bit. My birthday feels like a lifetime ago, and yet Christmas seems like yesterday. I’ve been struggling with the darkness in the evenings, and yet time spent with Mathew just flies by. Maybe I’m in some weird state of altered mental understanding of temporal matters induced by an unrealised fever. Or maybe The Government are putting something in the water to keep us all subdued while they ruin our futures with their Brexit plans. Or maybe I’m just human, and it’s just life, and this is how things are. Time is a meaningless concept really, when you look at it properly. An hour is only really an hour if you’re paying attention to it passing. If you just get on with your existence and ignore what’s happening on the clock it’s hard to tell when one point in time becomes another, so why bother trying?

Sorry – I got off topic a bit there.

Tomorrow morning I will get to experience one of my favourite annual events – turning the calendar over from January to February, and feeling myself step forward towards Spring. Again – one month becoming another is a human construct and pretty pointless in the grand scheme of the universe, but psychologically it does me the world of good, and I welcome it.

It’s also led me to think of this:

My Five Favourite Days Of The Year:

February 1^st.

Philippa’s birthday.

All of Christmas Eve.

The first day it’s warm enough to buy an ice-cream from an ice-cream van.

The day in March when we turn the clocks forward. (BST DAY!)

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