Take a Flying Leap Year!

So, chest infection virtually wiped February off the map for me. I am finally on the mend, just rather fatigued and tentative about venturing back out into the world. Luckily the weather is warming up a little and the powers that be have even laid on an extra February day just for me, so that I don’t miss the month entirely. Very kind of them. They should have a 29th February on a semi-regular basis, I reckon. But never on a Sunday as it would be a waste of an additional trading day and it wouldn’t be good capitalist policy to just have a 29th Feb for fun, would it?

Which rules out making it a bank holiday too, I guess. Perhaps some clever types – mathematicians or scientists or such like – can come up with a rationalistic ‘reason’ for having an extra day every four years? Something to do with astronomy always goes down well as people don’t really ever understand the vasty blackness of space and hurtling rocks. We all just nod with false sagacity when astro-types waffle on about orbits and axial tilt and the like. As for the sun’s corona, it just makes me crave a fizzy drink that they seemed to stop producing around the time I left school. If they still make Corona for the sun then it’s a very lucky ball of exploding gases indeed.

What I am against, however, is the enforced leaping that every man, woman and vegetable peeler is expected to do on 29th February. As if it isn’t hard enough just staying upright atop this revolving and evolving spheroid in space, now we have to spend an entire 24 hours jumping around. Well they can just count me out. I am a conscientious non-self-projector. After the month I’ve had I’m just happy to amble about a bit in the world outside my door. Leaping is out of the question. I’ll spill my coffee anyway. Or hit my head and start writing odd things in my blog.