It had to happen. Today was the first day that Daddy abandoned his girls in search of the big city lights, fame and fortune. Well to go into work for the afternoon for a meeting that would be too difficult to reschedule.It was very sweet indeed, being waved off with a kiss and a good wish by the three girls, as I got into the car. They’d all climbed onto the bed in the spare room to wave me off. The first thing I did was almost run slap into the back of Debs car, straight in front of me. Reverse, that’ll be a bit further over to the left then! Let’s try again shall we?
I have to admit to feeling rather trepidatious about heading back in to the office. It felt odd going off and leaving them all, plus what would be waiting on the in tray when I got there? Would there be a pile of disasters that would keep me in until the middle of next month without a break for air? Course not, it was all well under control. Even better, I managed not to open my email; I can save that joy for my first day back on Monday!
Once again I was really touched by the generosity of people. On the pretext of a ‘quick coffee before your meeting’ I was shanghai’d into a present giving ceremony to mark our new arrival. People had clearly put a lot of thought into the gifts that we, and one of my colleagues who also had a daughter recently, got. Thanks guys! Now, get back to work – that’s an office computer you’re on 😉
Back home in the evening and a couple of Uni friends who now live in Glasgow, you know the city on the west that never quite made the cut to be the capital, were coming over bearing dinner! They are a GP and a paediatrician and have a son who is nine weeks ahead of Marcail. Man they get big quickly. He’s enormous! Surely our little bundle will never be that big!
One thing though, they’ve both got voracious appetites and were both feeding almost the whole evening. Stuck there on mummy’s nosh nozzle or else all hell would break loose in no time. Total respect, if it was down to a man, even a 
Tory MP, we’d balk at that sort of nipple nibbling in short order and all babies since Sir. Frances Columbus discovered the cow would have been bottle fed.
Despite apologising all evening, I don’t think Marcail has quite forgiven me for disappearing all day. I guess sometimes the truth is just too hard to hear.