Queasy Does It
Let me start with a confession. In my previous column, about our first ante-natal class, I may have given you the impression that while my wife struggled with her emotions, I remained manfully stoic throughout; that she trembled like a leaf and I was a rock; a resolute source of comfort in times of uncertainty and graphic childbirth videos. Did I give you that impression? I was certainly...
The midwife bounces gently on a large inflatable exercise ball, holding a cow skull in one hand and a baby doll in the other. This, and I can’t stress this enough, is not an ordinary Thursday for me. Ordinary has flown out the window. Ordinary has joined a travelling circus. Ordinary has gone for a walk in the desert with a pocket full of peyote and won’t be back for a very long time. “You...
Life, Death & Disney
I don’t know about you, but I haven’t planned on dying. Like going to India or watching all three Lord of the Rings films, it’s something I’m curious about but have no intention of actually ever doing. I know there’s some boring old aphorism about death and taxes being unavoidable, but frankly I’ve had a look at my payslip and I figure that since I’m doing so much of one then I might get a...