And so it is Friday 3rd September 2010! She Who Must Be Obeyed has carried Pickles to full term, and if the delivery times of babies were as straightforward as those of the pizza palaces then I would be sitting here with our beloved daughter, a newborn in my lap. But alas life is never that simple and the stork always early or held up in some celestial traffic behind the clouds.
I think I was late for my fleshy first steps into the spotlight (probably finishing off a swift beer before curtains up) so its not suprising we are being kept waiting. And its hardly a chore, waiting around for the birth of your first child. I could think of worse things to be hanging around for. Dentist. Buses. Deadly disease reults. The barman informing you of a Jagermeister shortage.
The sun is making the wait more bearable I must admit. We get better Septembers than July/Augusts nowadays (global warming my foot) and if Pickles is born on a day like this one, she will think she's entered paradise. Of course a few more years on this earth and she'll realise there is no paradise but for now it will be so. Everything feels lighter in the sun, as if no burden is to heavy or awkward.
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