|[ The Crying Of The
Yesterday was a day of crying
babies. Up early(ish) to drive out to Blacktown Uniting for 3/4 hour of
unrelieved churchy boredom where Annette's first niece had the water treatment.
Most of the actual participants were OK but there must have been about
3 zillion other kids of varying ages who wouldn't shut up. I just let it
flow all over me, thought a lot about the Mr Bean episode where he falls
asleep during a droning sermon and got outta there quick smart at the end.
After this, back to Annette's brother's place for a few hours of eating,
drinking and talking about babies (we only talked about babies - we ate
and drank something else). I spent half an hour pushing the swing which
held one of my cute-as-a-button sort of nephews and, my, isn't that bicep
tight as a drum now! I cootchy-cootchy-cooed like the best of 'em and took
rolls and rolls of baby films. Ah, I was glad to leave but also sort of
not glad. On the way home I became glader and glader until the baby babble
was finally outta my head.