At the beginning of this week my friend K rang to see if we had lost our roof in the storms that had raged across the city. Roof, fortunately, intact.
We then got to talking all things babies, as hers was due at any time, and she mentioned that as she'd been lying in bed that morning soaking in the peace and quite, it occurred to her that this would be about the last time she'd get to enjoy such a luxury for the next, say, twenty years. I thought about cheering her up by saying, "Hey, but just think about how fast the first thirty-odd years of your life have gone by. The next twenty will go like that."
But I thought better of it.
Anyway, this morning I got a text message saying they were off to Kalgoorlie hospital to have their baby. Forget the sleep-disturbing mewling of a newborn infant; about now, K will be rending the very fabric of the time-space continuum with her own shrieks and wails, I would think.
Good luck, K!
2 comments:
D here, just got back from the hosp, T is doing very well thankyou very much, K is paining but comming along nicely, D is bl#@dy great and celebrating with a crowny or two and the Cat Empire.
I love my life, and hope Melborne get the chop, go Pink Salt, to quote Chef Jeff "You shut up!!"
D here, just got back from the hosp, T is doing very well thankyou very much, K is paining but comming along nicely, D is bl#@dy great and celebrating with a crowny or two and the Cat Empire.
I love my life, and hope Melborne get the chop, go Pink Salt, to quote Chef Jeff "You shut up!!"
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