Also...
I love leap years.
The 29th February feels like a secret day. A non-existent day that only humans know about.
Like as if anything that happens today doesn't really count, because it's not real; it's not a real day.
On this not-real day, I have eaten a lot of biscuits (they don't count), eaten some cake (doesn't count) and drunk about a million cups of (doesn't count) tea.
I also had a little nap.
I should have taken more advantage of it.
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