Dearest sweetest Hearts, I rarely like using the superlative. Obviously best is better than good but worst is worse than bad.
November qualifies as a month I have come to dread. 31 October I go into hiding hoping to escape the furies, generally find God again as someone to answer my prayers, and emerging, tentatively. on the blessed first day of Advent. I am convinced that should I ever die it’ll be in November. Or, knowing my luck, just when I thought I was safe on 2 December. To be fair to November (Happy Birthday, Lorna) the month has ability to surprise most pleasantly. Can’t remember now (such gratitude): Was it last or the one before when someone dear to me saved my bacon? What’s today? 20th. Ten days to go. Ten days to pull lots of baby rabbits out of the hat in hope they’ll breed.
So, in the name of research (curiosity by another name), pray tell: Do you have a month you feel favours you, months which you favour? A month which largely ignores you and your desires, and the one you wish would drop off the calendar? Please embellish: Our belts might need tightening, imagination and words are free (until someone rubs your knuckles).