Sunday, September 19, 2004

Baby George

I was bent double over one of my 954 racks of cheese this morning, trying to think of something positive to write about in order to take my mind of the pain in my back.

Luckily it took no more than a few seconds as last night I watched a video sent to me by my sister of her new baby. I've seen photos attached to emails but they all look pretty similar to all the other baby photos that proud parents send out to their entire address list in the first flush of parenthood.

To see him on video was not in itself illuminating as he is only six weeks old and does little other than recline in a regal manner befitting his grand name but to see him with his family, being bathed, being cuddled, being cooed at gave him so much more context and brought him alive to me as a real person with whom I'll have a relationship before too long.

That's all.

Made me happier than I expected.

Otherwise everything's shit.

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About Me

Despite compelling evidence to the contrary this was never meant to be about either beef or cheese, subjects in which I have little more than a passing interest. It is true however that the fates have recently conspired to find me work at a cheese factory but this is little more than a cruel, coincidental joke told at my expense.