Just a quickie – some fantastic news has just come in from the pretty seaside village of Port Elizabeth, population 18 (+3 goats) that Ironman Pammie Jane is up the duff, in the club, renting out the guest room and has a metaphorical bun in the oven. All at once.
Yes, despite my desperate attempts to put her off parenthood, mainly by truthfully describing my experiences of er… parenthood, Mr and Mrs Ordinary Life have embarked on a journey which was once described to us as “completely life-changing”. Oh yes. That one falls neatly into the category of “a bit of an understatement”.
Never mind, eh? Many congratulations from all here chez 6000.
Have a drink on us. (Oh no – you can’t now, can you?)
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Congrats Pammie. May your spawn lead to less terrifying stories of parenthood than 6k
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Thank you – I maybe can’t have that drink now, but I am taking your parenting advice very seriously and have begun stocking up on the wine.
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