We were always taught to say "rabbits" three times when waking on the first of every month. Supposedly this will bring luck for the next thirty days or so.
Today is the second of March, and oh woe is me, I forgot to sing out yesterday, and today doesn't count.
The trouble is that February is such a short month, that it's easy to wake up and find yourself in March without having counted the days through one of the most dismal months of the year, which you are longing to be over and done with.
Now, although it is by no means hot, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the grass is coming up, the flowers are adding colour under the trees. There is a feeling of optimism, and we have the house full of guests for the week, which makes us realise we are over the winter hump.
Perhaps our failure to mention the rabbits will not bring disaster after all?
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