…or should that be B-Day or Estimated Due Date or whatever. Today, the baby was due to arrive. It didn’t. Funnily enough this day also marked nineteen years since me and The Missus stepped out together. I’ll never forget that day: meeting up at Stratford bus station, heading into town via the Docklands Light Railway and the new skyline including a just-finished Canary Wharf. Things have changed a lot since then, they’ve also stayed very much the same. I’m still the same kid trapped in a man’s body and sometimes, if I catch her in my peripheral vision, I can spy The Missus tutting at my childish antics. Oh well, that’s the price of being a man. We never grow up!
So today we went to the pub for a couple of hours to celebrate. One of the bar staff threatened to stop serving us if we returned again without the baby born.

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