11:17

“Your stitches are infected”. This midwife clearly sees things differently from the last, but offers a more fitting explanation as to why the marital wife has been in agony for the last two days.

This isn’t great news. A theme is developing here I feel.....

Antibiotics are required, and this means an upset tummy and dirty nappies for the little one.

But, on the upside, it is fantastic to be home with my son. He is a delight to be with, and spends most of the day crashed out. As mum recuperates at home, its time for some father-son time, in the form of a walk to the sea side.

I am not deterred by the one-way conversation, and nod at my own comments about the surf in lieu of any recognisable agreement from the boy. It’s cold, and we roll the pram to its parking spot in the garage just two minutes too late to avoid the drizzle off the sea.

This is what life’s all about. I hope as he gets older we do just this many times. Minus the pram.