I don't know about you but me?
The older I get the more reluctant I am to flip the flippin' calendar on to the next month. This is the one that faces me, hanging on the centre column of my two office windows. A gift from a school-friend in Dublin every year. The picture has Kylemore Abbey in Connemara on it, with the boat in the foreground.
My big formal one in the living room for July features a photo of mine (and a rather nice blurb about moi), so I'd like to keep it stuck in July, but visitors might wonder as to my braggadocio quotient. Humility is far more attractive.
Even though August is quite a lovely month, lots of plans and events and even travel. But still.
I'm not flippin' ready, am I.
Flippin' tempus fugiting 'n all.