Holidays before the baby

One of the things I suspect we'll have less of next year. Tea and cakes as far as the eye can see.

it's the freaking weekend, baby

It seems that my expanding wife's "nesting" instinct is kicking in, so with a mere 3 months to go our washing line is bedecked with little cutesy babygrows and bibs and other munchkin related paraphernalia. This is, in no particular order:

1) very sweet

2) making real the magic of our growing family

3) scaring the bejesus out of me

Having spent most of yesterday on acts preparatory to fatherhood, or decorating as it is also known, I felt it was important to reclaim some of our weekend for us. Off we went, then, into town for a some visa-crunching retail therapy, a sumptuous lunch and enough coffee to float a battleship at the Verve cafe. To be honest, I feel that we've probably lost the knack of wasting entire weekends in this way, but then we don't get the practice that we did when living in Brighton.

Rochdale Cricket

Some lunchtime games in the beautiful surroundings of one of our lovely parks and gardens.

do the timewarp

I'm caught in a 1970's British Rail throwback cafe (pronounced 'caff') in Peterborough, drinking what claims to be an espresso. Queen's 'we will rock you' is on the stereo and the poster outside is advertising a Police concert. Is this an elaborate practical joke?