It is only the 17th of february today, but to me it already feels like the 44th of February. Strange how the shortest month can seem so long, especially after arriving as it did with severe winter weather, and a reminder that Spring might still be some way off.

Valentine’s Day is halfway through the month, but to me it already feels like that happened three weeks ago.

And this year is not even a Leap Year, when that extra day on the 29th feels more like an extra week.

I once worked with someone whose birthday was the 29th of February. He made quite a lot of the fact that his birth date was only once every four years. When he was 32, his wife gave him a birthday card with ‘8 Today!’ on the front.

He loved February, for obvious reasons. I don’t like it, for my reasons.

Come on March, get here soon!