The best thing February could do is end.
Ok. It's been a bad month. I've been to the graveyard more times this month than in all of last year.
Too many friends and relations passed away. All natural deaths, and all but one had enjoyed living to old age. R.I.P
March just can't come quick enough, I was really pissed this morning when I realised that this is a leap year, and that I'm still stuck in February.
My wife caught me wearing ladies underwear and threatened to leave me.
So I packed up all her clothes
And left.