clucky
I was chatting to one of the other doctors at work the other day. He had taken some time off for the birth of his first child, whom he has christened (jokingly) ’smally’. His face lit up when he described the difference she had made on their lives, and the joy she had brought into the family. The radiance in his smile, his far-off gaze and the obvious affection he displayed when talking about his daughter was infectious. I sat there feeling every minute of my age (which isn’t that old mind you) and the preciousness of time. Then, for the first time ever, I felt clucky. The horror.
Uh Oh! You’re not going to accidentally forget to take your contraceptive pill now, though Ben are you?!
Mrs Albion insists that I reply with the following:
“Don’t worry, it runs in the family. Big brother has it too.”
Femme: I was also thinking of staging a false pregnancy to see if Miss GreenEyes was the one for me…it’s so hard to tell these days!
Mrs Albion: Clearly it’s a family tradition!