being the second month makes February try hard

Ah, February. How I have longed for you to be here. But although I hesitate to say it, February, I could have done without the 20 hours of solid rainfall announcing your arrival. You see, even though you are the shortest month, you don’t have to go all Napoleon on us and overcompensate for your inadequacies. Really, no one even NOTICED you are a little more … diminuitive than the other months. And anyway, it’s what you DO with your weeks that counts. February, your weeks are to be filled with glorious, glorious holidays. After the completely shitty December and January I have just endured, o February, I have been looking forward to you with desperate longing. Three and a half weeks back in New Zealand, catching up with family and old friends, a wedding here, a baby there … February, you look to be the highlight of my year so far. Which would not be hard, but I am counting on you to pull out all the stops. Glorious sunshine! Balmy winds! Calm seas! Come on, February, let’s leave all of this rain behind. (And in case you haven’t noticed, my kitchen skylight is leaking like a bastard.) Just a week more of work to go (including some dreadful “team building” camp this weekend, you people STEAL MY SUNDAY and expect me to help you build a stronger team???!) and then I shall be road tripping, tramping, socialising and drinking my way up both the South and North Islands.

February, you’re a godsend. No, I mean it.