Tom and Nadia came home last Friday. The pattern of broken sleep has begun, though its much easier at the moment since neither of us are working. Japan will be a different matter altogther.
I didn't know how I'd feel about becoming a father. Yes, I expected to be happy and proud and maybe a little nervous, but I didn't expect just how happy. It seems like such a natural direction to pursue. Giving up on the self can only be a good thing, surely.
We've been so busy that there's been no chance to catch up on the Commonwealth Games in Melbourne. Naturally Australia is winning a truckload of medals, but the standard of competition is less than the Olympics. Not demeaning the performance and skill of the athletes, but the threat from the Seychelles, Trinidad and Tobago or the Isle of Man seems sigificantly less than that posed by say, the USA or Germany. And whenever has Scotland won medals at anything? Yet they are fourth in the rankings!
Still the Commonwealth is a nice old steamer that plies the calmer waters between the UN and the United States. Occasionally a Mugabe come along to rock the seas. Usually not. And perhaps, its still worth having a talking shop of sorts that has something, somewhere, in common. Even if that something has a colonial out-of-date twinge.
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