My partner (who from here on shall be known as She Who Must Be Obeyed) and I have worked out that our unborn baby (known as Pickles) was concieved around the American Thanksgiving holiday, November 25, 2009. A day we decided to celebrate here in West Wales, purely for reasons of gluttony on my behalf. (I hate missing out on feasts of any kind.) And it has turned out that from 2010 onward it will be kept on as a celebration, but of course the festivities will not be in honour of food or drink, they will be because of Life.
And not just any Life! Our childs life, a life we both never for once gave thought would happen. To be honest I believed I had killed off my healthy sperm during the hedonistic days of my twenties and I gave short notice to any idea of becoming a father a long time ago. Still, as that dreadfully irksome song goes, what will be will be. And this certainly will be. All thanks to my rampant top shelf urges and a desire for turkey and roast potatoes.
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