January 3 2002
Thursday
Wet the bed again. Chips and double cheese baconburger with a fried egg on top for tea and dinner. Bloody hell!
The vicar's wife is having a baby. I think it's fair to say that as the
last baby she had is now at university, teaching, that the pregnancy wasn't planned.
I don't think there is any doubt that it wouldn't have happened if the
vicar hadn't
started having the Daily Sport and got his sex-life kick-started again, so
I suppose I must
share part of the responsibility for the baby.
I'm not buying
it anything though.
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