Is 42. Which is, apparently, the meaning of life.
Which means I think the question to the answer of the meaning of like is "when is my darling wife going to have her baby?"
Today, surely...
Maybe not, though. Either way - all good.
Anyway on a lighter note, I've taken to reading "Paddington" aloud to baby each night. Trouble is that whenever I talk I wake baby up and it goes absolutely mental. So when it's born I don't think I'm going to be chief storyteller of an evening.
Ally had never read or been read Paddington stories before, and she loves them. So fortunately they get the tick of approval there too.
Hoping this is the last blog post pre=baby. Time will tell.
That's all for now,
With love, as always,
Luke xx
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