They
were playing Michael Jackson when we went in, not, perhaps, as auspicious as I
might have liked but when someone is holding the door open for you at 5:30 in
the morning I think it’s a bit impolite to ask them to change the radio
station. The moment was perhaps made a
little better by the fact that my wife had just cracked her first, and last,
mid-labour joke, remarking to the receptionist, as we were walking at a snail’s
pace into the hospital stopping every few steps as B went into agony and
doubled over, “Can you guess why we’re here?”
I can’t even blame the gas and air as we hadn’t got that far yet. It wouldn’t have been so bad but as we made
our incredibly slow way through winding corridors which stretched out like
tunnels in the ‘Railway Children’, B
kept telling me that I needed to make sure that her joke got into the blog
Hope
you enjoyed it. Please make requests for
further guest blogs by B in the comments.
She’s said if we get to 100 she’ll think about it.
