Smiling again
Sorry about the tirade before. All sorted now. Poor old taxman. Not his fault but my pay department, silly sausages.
Did I mention that I am soon to become a grandma? This has hit me very hard, I'm not mentally prepared for it. I tell people about it, look at pushcahairs ebay.co.uk, do my cross-stitch www.ohbotherpooh.com etc, but the reality only occasionally dawns on me. You would think that since I'm a midwife I would be experienced in these matters, well this is just out of my experience. It's my youngest daughter who is about to shift me up a generation. When she told me she asked that I be her midwife. How can I say no. I've looked after any friends who've asked me so I can hardly refuse my own flesh and blood. The other day I was doing an antenatal checkup for her and was feeling her tummy when suddenly I connected. What I was feeling was my grandchild.What I was listening to was his (or hers) heartbeat. I'm overwhelmed. I say to my patients all the time what a miracle pregnancy and birth is, I've had three babies myself, I've delivered hundreds, but this unborn grandchild has opened yet another perspective and the magic of my job has gone mega.
I'm off to watch my secret, and soon ending, vice. Kerry to win.