Vanessa and I have, very kindly, been invited out tonight for a bite to eat with her fine dad Geoff and his equally entertaining wife Susie. Always fun.
All things being equal, this is likely to be the last time we'll dine with the two of them before the two of us become the three of us (if you follow me).
A small number of similar get togethers are either in the diary or being sorted out for the next three weeks or so.
And it's such arrangements that, for me, bring the reality of what's before us into sharp perspective.
The "cold sweat syndrome" (just made that up - hope you like it) is also brought on by sudden thoughts such as last night's when it occurred to me that it would be many years before we could once again plan a Bank Holiday weekend without taking a child's needs/wishes into consideration.
Hold on...sorry, just mopping my brow again there - could someone open a window please?!
The next "Last Supper" comes as soon as tomorrow night when Vanessa and I are going out to celebrate our third anniversary - again, likely to be the final time we'll go alone to a restaurant without clearing it first with a willing babysitter.
The times they are a-changing!
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