It’s bloody March - and yes I know if you’ve followed my newsletters for a while it might seem like I’m constantly surprised by how time works, but it’s not so much that March follows February etc etc. No, it’s more the fact that it happens so blooming quickly. I can’t be the only one who remembers childhoods of long years, summer holidays that felt like they went on forever? And now here I am wondering why, when frankly I have considerably more to do the days woosh past me. I’m certain there is some psychological reason for it, but the fact remains time seems to be going along at an alarming pace.