This year, I had great plans of going to Wrexham. I'd heard that there were events going on throughout the city. In addition I have a friend who lives nearby. We could have caught up for the first time since New Year.
Unfortunately, the day dawned in a dreary fashion. I checked the weather reports and they promised rain, rain and more rain. Being British, that isn't usually too much of a problem. We're used to it. But the programme of events didn't look as great as advertised either.
There was going to be a parade, but the route was just half an hour long and ended with the national anthem. That was it. It was hardly the huge public party that I'd been led to believe. Coupled with the rain, it just didn't seem worth the journey there to participate.
It was all a far cry from last year, when I rose early to go south instead. St David's Day in Cardiff should not be missed. I strongly considered going there instead. But ultimately the miserable looking day won out. I huddled inside instead and wrote my 401th article for Wizzley. That was worth it. I got an Editor's Choice Award for my efforts!
Nevertheless, I would like to wish you all a (belated) Hapus Dydd Dewi Sant, or Happy St David's Day in Welsh.