They always say that as you get older time seems to whittle away more quickly. As if when you're born and through your early adulthood you're on that slow chug up to the top of the rollercoaster and then, WHOOOSH!..you're off... whizzing down the years of your life desperately trying to take it all in and hanging on for dear life.. all the while trying to stifle a scream and trying not to black out... petrified, but exhilarated all in equal measure. Maybe a bit of dramatic analogy, but serves the purpose as far as I'm concerned.
It is with this in mind that I find myself in February. January came and went so quickly that before I could think of a good blog post, it was gone and just like that, it's the month of Love. I really don't think St Valentine thought things through well enough. February is not a good month for Love. For one, it's the shortest month and I feel Love should be revelled in for at least 30 days, if not 31 and secondly, it's bit grey and dank. June would have been a better time... sunny, longer days, everyone in a good mood, chilled rose wine and everyone looking a little sun kissed.. I think he missed a trick there.
February also brings one of my favourite days in the calender.. Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day to the more heathen. Pancakes are the best! And in tribute to clearing out the larder before Lent, he cafe will be serving pancakes all day with various toppings. Be sure to come and get yours!
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