It is the last day of February. This is a shame. My aunt,when she was a child, had a real problem with 28th February being followed by the 1st March. She was six when she realised something was wrong with her birthday, but she ignored the fact that the calendar seemed to be wrong .
She was eight when the first smart-child told her she was two.
Later on, she complained about her dilemma a lot less... she was aging remarkably slowly and she pointed this out to the same group of friends. :D
On the last day of February:
- I coached my son through the difficult, but necessary, blood test. Persuaded him to allow a nurse to draw three of the four vials of blood.
- Dealt with the pain when he pulled the needle out.
- Went to the park to look for signs of spring amongst the uniform grey of the persistent rain
- Bought the cutest tiny pink shoes for a friend's new baby
- Read through ENCOUNTERS with two new Betas
- Am amazed by how much you see with other people reading with you - and that different people see such different things
March is such a muddled month - all mud and promises - I'm looking forward to APRIL when I am Blogging-around-the-Alphabet - I have a plan :D
