Some people are very inconsiderate.
In fact a lot of people fall into that category. They insist on being born in this No Man's Land between Christmas and the New Year. Just when you're smashed after forking out for lavish Christmas presents, along they come and demand more.
I have a couple of friends with birthdays in this slot. I had an aunt who was born on Christmas Day and my father was born on the 27th [he would have been 113 this year].
Now there is another one inconveniently added to the list.
Darling daughter, with the heights of inconsideration only she can achieve, produced our Squidge on this day last year. So now there is another No Man's Land birthday in the family. I'm not saying she did this deliberately, but there again she may have been planning to try for "The First Newborn of the New Year" slot just to get herself on the television news. I wouldn't put it past her. If so, she missed by a couple of days which is par for the course in this family.
Anyhows, I have to go out shortly to deliver yet another present. I suppose I don't begrudge it as Squidge is a cute kid. She has a rather unnerving habit of just sitting there staring at me with an expression of blank amazement. Has she never seen a beard before?
At least the daughter is doing a great job of introducing her to her future domestic duties.
Caoimhe and the Washing Machine