OK February, you can go now. Come on - out. I've had enough of you and your dank, dismal days. That's right, make sure you shut the door firmly on your way out. I keep reading about February flatness so I'm guessing I'm not the only one afflicted with it. Can we all be miserable together? We'll form a band.
As much as I'd like to swiftly dispatch February as I would a too persistent Jehovah's witness, it seems that it won't go away until it's good and ready. Fine. Until then I'll take my own advice (and yours) and try to cling on to the hope that's in the tiny buds of blossom I can see forming on the cherry trees in my street.