I’d like to think I’d taken the day off and done something special with my extra day in February. I always mean to, then I only remember when, on 28th I see that tomorrow isn’t the first of March.. “Ooh! is it a leap year?” That’s when I check my calendar and see I have lots of things booked in. Blow that for another four years.
Earth orbit around sun=365 days and 6 hours
One year=365 days
6hr x 4=24hrs=1day=29 February every 4 years=men beware today.. tee hee.. I do feel a bit wild and unconventional or is that traditional…
As it only occurred to me yesterday that it was a leap year, and I only remembered this morning that that meant I could propose, I seem to have left it a bit late again. I was once encouraged to propose on this day by my then boyfriend, (Yes, to him.) It was a most bizarre day. Phone calls and faxes reminding me what day it was and how many hours I had left. Was he trying to get out of buying an engagement ring?
According to the tradition, if a woman proposes and the man turned her down he had to pay her some form of compensation, stockings, some money or gloves. This got me thinking. How many men could I propose to in one day and request compensation for their refusals? What would I do if one said yes? No, that’s not going to happen. But just in case, I’d need to be selective.
Hmm… there’s the nice young man in the deli.. the nice chappie I bump into in the lift.. that lovely man who follows me on twitter.. what fun I could have..
Do I need stockings? It’s been a while since I’ve worn any, no. Do I need gloves? Happy with the warm pair I have thank you and my gardening gloves are doing ok so no, not really, not this year. Phew. Men, you can breathe a sigh of relief, this 51 year old woman will not be proposing to you today.
Mind you… I could always ask for a new pair of shoes instead. Just in case, please remember I am partial to a kitten heel in a size 6..