I crashed her car

I crashed the car, I mean her car!

It was my fault, hands up gov.  I was trying to beat the light, I looked at the light, it was green, I kept my gaze fixed on the light, I got through.  I checked my speed as I passed the crossing, I wasn't speeding.

I looked up, but too late......

smash, my fault.....*ooops*

Living with the pregnant

It appears our baby was conceived at the Windsor Hotel, Bath and our lives began a long journey, well trodden by many before us, but a unique journey every time.

Pregnancy is a funny condition, allowing for a wide variety of symptoms often hidden from an exterior view. A pregnant woman mustn’t empty cat poo from a litter tray so a daily task of the rather unpleasant kind is assigned to me. I now know the health of our cat literally inside and out, the many colours and consistencies of it’s little packages reveals a wealth of information and teaches many lessons. Don’t feed tuna fish to the cat.

The male of the species must be supportive in every way in this modern age, understanding why the way we chew our food can be as infuriating to women as a light bulb is to a moth in the dark.

Pregnancy for the male is a secret world where we march forward valiantly, confronting the new woman in our lives and playing second fiddle to the bloody cat, who I might add, doesn’t appreciate the shit shovelling we do on a daily basis.

The pregnant’s gone to have her nails done, I’m cleaning the nest….

My lovely car

2 years ago I bought a beautiful BMW, the best car I've ever owned. It is the 325tI model, the compact one, the touring international piece of immaculate engineering. It's been all over the place. Took it to Nurburgring where a lap was completed in about 12 and a half minutes, not bad for a first timer.

Well, for reasons best left out of the story for now, I shall be losing my beautiful car, probably to purchase a ford mondeo or a VW passat.

Oh how forlorn, my heart is crushed, the future of driving bleak.