Luke Mama… I could get used to that. In fact, I already am, as is everybody else in my family. The times they are ‘a changin’. Dad, on being asked what he thought about being a grandad replied: “It’s ok. It’s being married to a grandmother that I’m worried about!”
Babies are weird things: weird, but wonderful. Shani was born last Thursday (somewhat surprisingly, as she was expected in October) and we spent the whole weekend with her. She’s beeeeaauuutiful (apparently she looks like me)! Very, very tiny: she isn’t bigger than my two hands. When we left on sunday she was just beginning to open her eyes. For the night she was at home I slept downstairs so I had a sound night sleep unlike Gehana and Aminda.
It’s a weird feeling now though, because I want to see her and I really miss her already. Strange. After being told that I would go broke as soon as the baby was born and assuring that person that I wouldn’t be buying her loads of stuff I am determined to see it through but as I passed some wool in John Lewis, I thought: “this doesn’t count because it’s just material”. So I bought a ball of wool…
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As I sat in the hospital corridor (more about which later) with my knitting needles, one of the nurses walked past and said, “you don’t often see that” which I guess is true. Nobody really knits any more (most probably to do with how cheap clothes are) but she was probably more surprised that I was a boy. I sat there thinking: ‘it’s tragic: most of the girls I know don’t know how to do ANYthing! Not that I cook particularly well but apparently it’s more than a lot of girls my age. Who will cook me a nice rice and curry?
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Hospitals: seeing way too much of them, especially as I’m on holiday. Mum’s in a sling, Dad’s got an eye patch. As the three of us walked into the GP surgery, I commented: “people must be thinking it’s domestic violence”.
So, that’s the ending of my summer holiday. A few days more, then Oktoberfest and then… university. Geesh, I can hardly remember how to study… Uh-oh.
