I'm scrapbooking what February means to me
A short month, usually a shivery month and, as I turn up the heating I'm reminded of
- A spelling mistake. Round here, Feb-roo-ary sounds a lot more like Feb-yew-ary so I've always wanted to spell it without that first "r". Every year I remember the page of work my teacher returned to me with a big red extra "r" inked in, about twelve times, right down the page. It looked silly enough to make me learn how to get it right.
- Pancakes. The one night of the year when the man of the house here likes to make dinner. Flipping pancakes? Must be something like BBQ. That basic, caveman thing. Did cavemen like pancakes? You have to wonder..
- First family birthday of the year. before he came along all our celebrations were in the second half of the year. Twenty years later I still feel unprepared for this one.
- Not long now until our lives won't be bound up in the school year; but for this one and the next, February will still bring me the first hint of changes and endings. Does that sound odd? maybe it's those Mock Exams, the start of the rehearsals for the big Finale School Concert, the Sixth Form Valentine's Formal, the talk of university places There's a lot of looking forward to the last big coming togethers in February.