Good morning Negative Soundbyters! This is my last Friday of “relative” freedom before I head back into the swamp on Monday morning. It has been a very interesting – and different – nine-and-a-half months. I did some “self-exploration” with Escape The City (but did not end up in Thailand weaving baskets!); worked for the Duchy of Cornwall (still bummed that the Prince hasn’t invited me to one of the Buck Palace’s renowned garden parties); helped kick-start a very large commercial real estate transaction in Ireland (and won’t forget the hotel I stayed in when in Dublin for its two very large purple Great Danes in reception and a camel in the dining-room – all inanimate in case you were wondering!); stayed on the right side of Mrs H’s raised eyebrow by-and-large; watched our extension come to life (although it nearly resulted in a few near death experiences from raised blood pressure!); witnessed the sort of fiasco that would cost most business leaders their jobs but in politics – well….; and saw a miracle unfold before my very eyes – Mrs H growing HODDY JUNIOR! To think that I will be a father in a few weeks - that’s going to make any of my previous experiences pale in comparison!
Speaking of Baba H, I was standing in our nursery the other evening wondering what sort of world he is going to grow up in. As an aside: Mrs H and I erected the last piece of furniture - a “Snuzz Pod”. I spent 20 minutes making exactly no progress in putting it together until Mrs H arrived to take the reins; she encouraged me with some talk about how we are better as a team; I know for a fact that when it comes to furniture assembly Mrs H is best left on her own!
The Snuzz Pod is like a miniature bed attached to our bed which allows the baba to basically roll onto the boob for those feeds at 2 o clock in the morning. I was enthusiastic in principle knowing that the spare room has a perfectly comfortable double bed for one in case I need to beat a hasty retreat. (Not that I don’t want to be involved and I am attending the breast-feeding information session next week but seriously what value can I possibly add during this process??) Best at least one of us gets a good night’s rest! Careful Hoddy, that is dangerous talk….
Baba H is going to have to have his wits about him! Thankfully he will not have to endure what passes for current political leadership these days unless Jezza nationalises Peppa Pig or The Donald, who is continually throwing his Russian dolls out of the cot, decides that he wants to try out the Red Button. What is slightly frightening is that Jezza has an outside chance of being Prime Minister in the next few years and we all know that The Donald is a serious whack job capable of starting a fourth world war, but here’s hoping that he is impeached before I start firing up back episodes of The Walking Dead to work out how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world!
Wow Hoddy, it’s supposed to be Friday and you are talking about nuclear wars; come now…time for you to sign off and let your clan of readers enjoy their weekend!
Anecdotes to resume next week!
Much love to you all…
Hoddy X
A Friday Pic:
If My Little Man is half as good as his Dad is on a snowboard then...um..er...he should not even entertain the thought! My experiences on the slopes are anything but what Usain demonstrates on the track - speed, grace, elegance, power and ultimately ending up exactly where he had planned!
