T. came in one afternoon quite some time ago now (I was at home) and said to me, 'I would like some mashed potatoes right now.'
'That's fine, honey!' I replied. 'Easy! We'll just peel some spuds, set them to boil - and after a while, we'll beat them up with some salt and pepper, maybe a little milk, maybe some olive oil, and you'll have your mashed potatoes! Then we can go out for a run ... or walk the dog!'
'No, you don't understand. I need mashed potatoes RIGHT NOW.'
A few days later, she came in with a similar bizarre request.
'I want a bowl of tomato soup. With a slice of cheese on top. And some toast on the side. And the tomato soup has to be Rosella tomato soup. And I want it RIGHT NOW!'
I suspected. And I was right. And many readers will already have guessed.
We're due late June. God willing, and all going well, Andrew and Erin will have another half-sibling. Along with Matthew.
Canisha, Shanra and Aria will have ... let me think ... an Aunt or Uncle? That cannot be right. But it is. I think.
Gerard, Anne, Lisa, Martin and Joseph will have another nephew or niece.
My mother will have her eleventh grand-child. (While already having six great-grand-children.)
And Natasha, Gerarden, Shawana, Nyen, Alinta and Kiara will have another cousin. And Amali will have ... this is getting harder ... a second cousin? A grand uncle or aunt?
I don't know.
All I know is there's a baby on the way.
Thank you, Patron Saint of Having Babies Later in Life.
If there is one.