Leap year day

Well, here we are, on February the 29th. This is one of the few times in a long time that I'll be able to post on the 29th of February. It's only once every four years (although if today were to be 29th February, 2096, I'd have to wait until 2104 for another leap year).

It's a pretty special day in some respects - some say that it's the day when a lady may propose marriage unto her gent, but have I received any proposal? No.... A couple of hours left. I live in hope.

I didn't get the day off. Apparently there's been a proposal that we should have the day off. Never mind, I went to work today. I had to. I had a wage to earn.

Unlike Grendel, I was not born on 29 February, so I can't make some cheap crack about having to wait 72 years in order to attain the eighteenth birthday and get a drink at the bar. Happy Birthday, Grendel.

So, what to write about on 29th February?

Well, as someone who's from Wales.... it's fucking awful, as we have to wait yet another day for St. David's Day!