I seem to have been reading Pope's Essay on Man forever. Thought I'd finish it yonks ago, having made smooth progress to the final Epistle. Then things got ultra-busy at work and I stalled. I've still got about four pages to go and, astonishingly haven't been able to get moving on them despite a few attempts over the last weeks. Every time I get started something Toad-related crops up.
In my universe there's no question: May is the cruellest month.
(Just as a matter of interest our second term saw its conclusion today and I still face a very busy weekend and week ahead. Go figure.)