there's only 4 working days left, and then there's an upheaval of packing and moving back to Dubland where, it is planned in another 20 odd days or so, a new human being will be arriving into the air, from the water, and then myself and Mr VC and the dog have a few months to get it all trained in to how life in our fambley works before a routine has to be established (Routine seems to be like a drug for babies - it's all any of the experts go on about on the interwebness).
I'm working on a contract just now, to be signed by junior no later than 24 hours into life, to help us evade all the pitfalls of parenthood and to be clear from the beginning on what is expected from everyone - this should avoid all confusion... Some of the clauses will include:
I will only release waste material while wearing the correct protective clothing or using the proper equipment.
I will sleep when management indicate the timing is appropriate for such activity by their turning down of lighting or closing of curtains.
I will cry only when salesmen and other undesirables call to the front door, and will cease wailing when they have been scared away.
I will not get gromits....
or wallaces or colic or cauliflower.
I will try to be especially quiet during Fair City.
I will giggle whenever anyone needs cheering up.
I will not spit or otherwise expel anything solid or liquid through my mouth, (or nose or ears).
In return for the above - management will provide me with a place to live and their best interpretation of moral support for the next 18 years.
Anyway - there's more work to be done on it, but still a bit of time for that.... any clauses you'd recommend I should add?
Yes - I really miss the bus today, even though I haven't been writing much...