No wonder it was cold yesterday.
Yesterday was the coldest Perth day for twenty-one years. That explains a whole heap of things, because twenty-one years ago on Bastille Day I had been looking forward to going to hospital and getting the big fat feeling over and done with. It was going to be special because it had also been the birthday of my Pop, my paternal grandfather and I thought it would be rather neat to have my baby then. But it was not to be. Matters came to a complete screaming halt and it wasn’t until the early evening of the 15th that our daughter was born.

That’s right. I am now the parent of a ‘Guinea Girl’ (twenty one shillings being one guinea in the ‘old money’ *G*). It is such an odd sensation to think that the spouse and I produced this intense young woman who is dreaming some major dreams for herself these days.

I am just so proud of her.