It might be the shortest month, but February still has a tendency to drag itself along with all the enthusiasm of a soporific sloth. So, in advance of March actually turning up with at least the vague promise of Spring, I’ve been making the most of the ability of people to fill and brighten the dreariest of days. People are really good at this sprinkling a bit of joy lark. And there really are a lot of people. 

Just a week into the month, I’ve been entertained with concerts, films, meals out, shopping, and multiple niece-related trips to the park. Oh, and what might be described as a ‘tempting offer’ to train for a marathon this time next year. Which would be infinitely more tempting if it didn’t suggest spending next year’s shortest month running about like a lunatic in gale force winds whilst longing for March to show its face. But, you know, we’ll see. And in the meantime, I’m just hoping this February is long enough to cram in all the remaining activities I’ve got in mind.