I’m not coming out today…

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Excerpt from Tadhg’s Journal: : I’m staying in today. It’s far to dangerous to venture out. It’s 29 March, the ‘leap year day’, and it’s a strange day, indeed.

A strange day!

The weather has been bad in England for ages. And yet today, just today, it’s spring-like. Yesterday it didn’t feel like spring, but overnight something has changed. The weather has changed, and it’s very pleasant outside. Nice temperature for the time of year, blue sky, bright sun, no wind. Altogether, very nice. But then it’s ‘leap year day’! Best stay indoors lest the weather change and I get caught out in a downpour.

Galadriel: The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.

A strange day!

I’m told that, traditionally, it’s a woman’s prerogative to propose on this ‘leap year day’, and so that’s another reason for me to stay indoors today. You can’t be too careful! Did you know that according to an old Irish legend, or possibly history, St Brigid in the firth century struck a deal with St Patrick to allow women to propose to men – and not just the other way around – every four years. Thank you, St Patrick! Or, could it be that in 1288, the Scots passed a law that allowed a woman to propose marriage to the man of their dreams in a Leap Year, with the law also stating that any man who declined the proposal on this day would have to pay a fine. Stay indoors, guys. It’s safer. So far I’ve missed umpteen advances, I’m sure.

This is the time between time.

A strange day!

My sons each married wonderful ladies – I mean, two sons, but one wife each. So, I have two wonderful daughters-in-law. One of them has a birthday today. I won’t be too precise – I’d never reveal a ladies age – but, today, she celebrates her eighth or ninth birthday, but let’s say its her eight birthday. I know it sounds odd, that my son in his mid-thirties and is married to an eight year old lady (and I’m sure that will get some search engines buzzing, GCHQ scrambling,  and I’ll get a call from the local constabulary), but I should explain, , that her age is four times older than that, or thereabouts; but to be precise she really only has one birthday every four years as she was born on ‘leap year day’. Honestly, she is in her thirties, Officer. Eight times four…..!

A strange day!

So, I’m metaphorically staying ‘behind bars’ today, until ‘normalcy’ is resumed tomorrow. Oh, was that a knock at the door? Shhhh, I’m not a home if anyone asks!

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