I opened my calendar to the February page.
"Oh dear, I forgot it was leap year!" I gasped.
I was a calendar maker, one of the best in Europe. My calendars had glossy pages, they had great pictures, so on.
I shovelled breakfast into my mouth as quickly as possible. Next I ran upstairs and put some clothes on. Then I posted a message online saying,
"Anyone who has purchased a calendar without the 29th February will get their money back."
My popularity went down.
Now I'm an author but I'm not happy. I make paper calendars in my sleep.