Plans for the future begin to take shape and suddenly I am getting scared. No, it’s not the arrival of BabyLock, but other things that I can’t talk about at the moment until they actuall happen. You know, one doesn’t like to talk of the future in case of a jinx or in case plans fall through and leave you looking like a twonk. Even talking about BabyLock leaves me feeling slightly presumptious as I fear that even imaging my baby in my arms might jinx the proceedings.
For example, I was toying with the idea of buying the Missus a Mother’s Day gift for last Sunday but I held off because I feared I would be tempting providence. I told her about my feelings and she understood. Luckily for me, my own mother had bought a “Mother-to-be” card (I didn’t even know they existed) and a suitable planty present. My skin was saved. Or maybe fate was tempted…who knows?
Yesterday, car was garaged and MOT’ed. It passed but needed a tyre replaced. I correctly guessed it would be the offside front tyre as that is the side that I sit on. Maybe the car is trying to tell me something? I’m not fat – there’s just more of me to love, baby! 🙂

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