So It Starts!

For the first, and I know without any shadow of doubt, not the last time, I was awoken this morning by little Baby Blackburn Myles (To Be.) I wasn’t even beginning to stir when I was abruptly roused from my semi-peaceful (bad dreams, let’s not go into it) slumber by a sharp thud in my lumber region. I ignored it, and then again, *thump*. It was only after my enquiry into what Siobhan might have wanted at this god awful hour of the morning was replied to with snores, that it hit me, “Little One” had managed to succeed in doing something where so many before him/her had failed.

It is reassuring to know that we have a very strong baby wriggling around inside Mum's tummy, especially after the experiences of last Wednesday...

Continued at Andrew Blackburn dot Co dot Uk.

Elevator Etiquette (Part three)

I believe I may have developed the worst “etiquette” of all. I have gotten into the habit of not only NOT pressing the button to open the doors if I see someone approaching, but pretending that I tried to continue the illusion that I’m really quite a nice guy. Only yesterday, whilst visiting my mum, who is still in hospital awaiting transfer to the UK to have her herniated disc removed, Siobhan and I got into the lift, pressed “2″, and at that point, I saw this family of 3 or 4 come through the doors into the elevator lobby… I reached for the <|> button, and watched as the group waited for the doors to stop closing and let them in. Alas, they didn’t, and the family would have to wait. I thought I may have gotten away with my callous act, but quick as a flash, Shiv had noticed. “You didn’t even press that!”… I know, as I said in my first Elevator Etiquette post… I am a bastard, and I will be reincarnated as a merekat:

Originally posted at: Andrew Blackburn dot Co dot Uk.