White Rabbits! There, I remembered. And now I should be lucky all month long. I need to be.
1 March. St David's Day. A great day for every Welsh person. And I'm Welsh. I really need to go into the operating theatre now with a garland of daffodils, all bright and yellow, around my neck, and a thumping great leek, the biggest in all Wales, pinned to my gown, and 'Men of Harlech' being sung in a rousing, surging, inspiriting chorus by the combined Treorchy, Tonypandy, Bargoed and Blaina Male Voice Choirs, with Mr Thomas himself singing lead tenor.
Well. Here we are. The big day. It's 4:45am, and I'm awake, and I could murder a nice cup of tea. A bacon roll would be nice too. But no chance of that. Sigh.
I wonder how I will feel twelve hours from now? What is it really like on Mars?
This was my 400th post, by the way!