Happy Leap Day, or Leap Year Day, or whatever we’re supposed to call it.
It’s annoying me a bit this year. An extra day in
February means an extra day to survive before we can change the clocks to BST,
but don’t let my negativity ruin your plans for today. It just shows you my
state of mind at the moment that I’m seeing it as a bad thing.
I should be celebrating. It is, after all, an important
anniversary.
Philippa proposed to me on February 29th
and, would you believe, that was EIGHT YEARS AGO. That’s scary. I was going to
work out exactly what percentage of my lifespan she has been part of, but gave
up and decided to cook her breakfast instead. That’s quite good for me, because
you may have noticed before that the passing of time, and numbers in general, is
a bit of a thing for me. I could have got distracted and lost half the day to
calculations, instead of enjoying myself with my wife and son.
All I will say is this:
It seems a cruel trick of the Gods that everything
speeds up when you meet someone special. Days used to drag and my life felt bogged
down in mud; then I got together with Philippa and everything since seems to
have gone by in a heartbeat.
See
you in March!RC 29-2-20
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