Wednesday 11 February 2009

A new perspective


Well that's a relief - Ben likes my script.

Clearly there's a long way to go yet - and Ben's a friend so is hardly going to savage my efforts - but we might just but be on to something. Just might.

Back on planet Earth, the Whites have had their new windows put in (and I don't mean smashed - perhaps "installed" is a more accurate description).

And they do look good, very good in fact.

He hasn't said as much yet - principally because he still can't talk - but I can sense Jamie sees an opportunity in the wake of their arrival. I say this because I'm sure he's already worked out that his bedroom window (pictured above) will now also double up as our sole fire escape.

Now, I wouldn't suggest for one second that this excellently-so-far-reared young man would be anything other than charitable in choosing who he lets into his room should the house be on fire, but I simply fear that he may consider using his newly elevated status as a bargaining chip at some point in the future. For example, 1) when he has teeth and 2) when he knows Daddy is going out for chocolate Time will tell.

We've - well, I - have had a good night tonight watching Northern Ireland beat Brazil, sorry, San Marino 3-0 in a World Cup qualifier. It's our best result away from home in 40-odd years. (And we don't mention the fact that San Marino is officially the joint worst football team in the world, tied with Guam).

A final ditty before we all go off to bed. I'm a big fan of Chris Evans on Radio 2 and, if you're not, you should be, particularly on a Friday for his All-Request Show - 5 until 7, check it out.

As you may have read in this morning's newspapers, yesterday the Ginger One became a father to a little boy called Noah. Good for him. Towards the end of last night's show when he was talking all about it, a listener phoned in with a terrific little story which incorporated a very sound piece for advice for any new parent.

The caller - a father - was talking about the moment he and his wife were very nervously preparing to leave the hospital with their first born child.

"Don't worry too much," said the reassuring midwife to the couple in reference to their new baby. "They're very hard to break."

Seven and a half months and quite a few accidents on, I'm happy to confirm the accuracy of that wise woman's words.

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