JESUS!

My head's sore.

Two reasons for that. First, I had my Bradford Council leaving do after work last night - although I don't actually finish until Thursday - and a few drinks were taken to mark my passing.

And second, well, Vanessa and I are to become "two time parents," as Americans might say (but probably wouldn't).

All seems well with Number Two, pictured above at yesterday's 12-week scan, who we've been told to expect amongst us around 19 December.

But it won't be 19 December - I'm certain of it. It's going to be 25 December. Just mark may words.

Still, a change is as good as a rest.

I don't know of any other Jesus Whites, do you?