Today I become an uncle, in no small part thanks to the arrival of Daniel Thomas Martin, checking into this world at around ten in the morning. This has severe implications. Firstly, our monopoly of babysitting rights is no more and consequently I have had to provisionally reserve mum and dad every weekend until…well…until Lily and Daisy turn 18-years of age. Secondly, an increase in birthday/Xmas presents.
Anyway congratulations Tom & Sam.
In the afternoon, Lily attends yet another 5th birthday at the chuch hall, which upsets Daisy who is not invited. She is consoled by her reversible Snow White/Sleeping Beauty dress and a trip to a cafe in Surrey Hills that serves delicious homemade cakes. Daisy looks a bit like an Bosnian refugee with her mish-mash of clothes and clash of colours: a long yellow Snow White silk dress, a bright pink Hello Kitty coat and a woolly hate knitted by her grandmother.
After I pick up Lily (who is going mental on an indoor bouncy castle that I myself, yearn to leap upon), I speak to the new dad, my brother, who sounds elated but completely knackered, a feeling that I can sympathize with. I tell him not to worry. He will soon become inured to those sleepless nights and it will all be over by about the year 2028.
By the way, the goldfish is still alive, but still looking morose.
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