May All Your Dreams Come True........

Tooli-Belle has her Provisional.

17 years ago, I was sleeping off a lovely dose of Diamorphine, which kicked in after Tooli-Belle made a pretty damn prompt entrance into the world.

"I wanna push", I told the mid-wife.

"You're not ready", she said, "I'm off for my lunch, you aren't going to have that baby before tea-time".

"Then I want pain relief" I screamed.

"I'll send someone". And left.

Ten minutes later another Mid-wife arrived with a lovely Big diamorphine injection. I said, "I really feel that I want to push".

"You can't until you are dilated". Stuck the needle in my arse, and then ever so casually, moved my butt cheek.

"Oh my god, there is the head". She said, "Turn over, quick".

I turned over, swore loudly a few times, bemoaned the lot of the female race, and squished.

Then the sight of the wee buttocks shooting across the room and being caught by the mid-wife let me know the deed was done.

Happy Birthday Tooli-Belle.

If they were all like you and your brother I'd have had 2.

Birthday Lunch, celebrated with Gran, with lots of lovely food!