Too late to say too much. Feeling large, as though there is a part of me that has expanded beyond all reason or the realms of science. Isabel similar & well, complaining of normal Christmas and pregnancy related issues. Excellent day.Here's two for the album.



Isabel, Me & Coco the Santa dog, please don't ask me, I know!



Isabel with the Outlaws, (her Ma & Pa)

Golly! It's week 37 and all is well. I got back from London and slept for two days. This was of course nothing to do with other, outside influences as detailed below. More the effort of getting up early enough to get a flight from Gatwick. A real palaver, see below.

The good woman is in fine fettle. However, there are a few complaints of 'Carpal Tunnel Syndrome' This is something to do with dropping things and not wearing your wedding ring. There was a time where not wearing my wedding ring presented itself as an adventure. However it can cause a sudden, blinding flash of pain, rather similar I imagine to this Carpal thing or even a punch to the Solar Plexus. Best avoided. Anyway, this syndrome and the slight problem that she can't bend over, has got me on the my knees 24/7. On the bright-side, I can keep any coins I find whilst I'm down there.

As things are getting to a stage where we can't really go out, Mr Collins has supplied me with a constant stream of DVD's from the 'market' These go down very well until one realises that Piracy is SO wrong. None of them play on the Macintosh. I have strongly put my case to the pirates and they said they will try to do better. Arrrrr.

The young one his doing his best 'Alien' impression, moving beneth the surface and causing 'tummy ripples' It seems to be getting a bit tight on space inside there. The mother in-law keeps making the case for an early delivery. Like, thats all I need, I havn't even wrapped my presents yet!!




A 36 week scan, obviously!

I flew into London on Friday night for a quick visit. I knew this was going to be a good trip when I arrived to find that there were no trains, no buses and walking to Guildford was not really an option. Fortunately there is always someone, in some small office, somewhere in Corydon, waiting for a chance call from some Muppet who can't get a lift. I was that Muppet, Hugo was that chancer! I found his artic snowstorm/ blizzard dandruff off-putting, but, credit to Hugo, he got me to Guildford for 40 quid at twelve o'clock at night.

The weekend was spent getting over the first opportunity to greet excess. I was like a dog of a leash. I took full advantage of my position to visit some great chums on Saturday night. Fantastic food. Really! I would be hard pressed to do better, fantastic wine, and many a laugh. Thanks you two!

All I have with me is this picture of the wife to remind me of my imminent fate. I have not had a laugh with 'Photoshop' and there are no 'special effects'. I post this image knowing that when I return in a day or two, the blog of life is going to going to need a new chapter. I have therefore decided to stay in town and meet up with a few more chums. squeek squeek


The good lady @ 35 weeks, very sorry to see me go...

Its Saturday. More to the point, it's past six o'clock and I'm sober. Last night we 'stayed in' This was quite strange for me to 'stay in' on a Friday night and one that merit's an entry. Time slid slowly by, 8, 9, 10 and I started to twitch. I thought that we would go out at twelve but I was instructed to put my spandex pants back in the wardrobe and forget going anywhere. 'It just isn't going to happen', I'm told! Well that was last night. Surely this staying in thing can't happen twice in a row!! I've mentioned going out for dinner and I'll pay. This was taken up quite sharpish. It has yet to be realised that I have a booking for two at 'Southern Fried Chicken' which is coincidently next to a establishment that plays loud music and dispenses a famous Belgian lager. And they said my life would change beyond all recognition, ha.

The good lady is now quite large(r). I really feel for her as she lugs an extra 9KG, and counting, around with her. I'm not quite sure she knows which lump to shake at the chicken shop I fear. We will be entering week 34 on Monday. Does the 34 indicate the dress size I wonder?



A Brewery In Belgium, apparently!

I shock myself every now and again. It's amazing to watch the nearest and dearest slowly but surely expand. The offspring, as yet unborn, is now 32 weeks old and weighs in at 2.5 kg. Still with long leg bones. I am reminded of this on a regular basis now, so whatever Dr is conducting the examination, as sure as eggs is eggs, a comment will pass like "bugger me Mr & Mrs F, have you seen the femur bones on this?" or, in a slightly bemused way "you might have a basketball player in family, eh" Eh is the way all Maltese people finish their sentances. Can I have a beer, eh. I don't understand it, eh. Well I really don't.

I did want to post a picture of 'her indoors' in her current state but Maltese technology wasn't available. Will scan and post later. Anyway, 32 weeks and rather large. Must be the thighs!

I'm currently filming and editing things for the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meetings.(CHOGM)



Lots of people from abroad smiling at the Queen

So, with the news that's Jnr is in good health, what do you do? Go to Oxford Street for a shopping spree, naaa, head towards Brent Cross for Waitrose and John Lewis, naaa. We went to Mellieha Bay for some serious crystal clear. Now I know what those rapper chaps are going on about… As you can see below, the wife looks 'well happy' with her rapidly expanding 'tum' and visit to the beach. Leaving all this behind for a week now as I fly back to London for a few days, face the music at work and get sacked, surely not. The good lady has me running errands a go – go. Boots, Mother Care, Boots again and then somewhere called Daisy & Tom, I think it's like the Pig & Tatter, but different. I wonder if they still have a pool table?


Isabel @ Mellieha Bay Beach, no Champagne.