Well as my mother and my sister (the smaller of the two) won’t let me tell people in my own good time, this will now probably be old news. Drum roll please……. hmph hmppph [clears throat]………..
Annoucing the arrival of our Future Impending Doom or Fid for now (tis better than it or wee bastard 
) which of course is meant in jest. ETA I reckon will be between Christmas and New Year although the nurse practioner I saw last week reckons about 6 weeks later and I won’t go into the bloody details but in my opinion that’s total pish.
Anyhoo, Rob is having a slight panic now as he’s thinking he needs to do x, y, z and alpha to the house before Fid’s arrival which he doesn’t really but he’s a stubborn one. He forgets his real challenge is to give up smoking. As of yesterday he couldn’t smoke in the house and as of Monday he won’t be able to smoke at work either.
So really I won’t know anything more for about a month which is when I have an appointment with the midwife. No tests, no scans, no nothing.
Was supposed to have a gig in Hull tonight but we’ve had to cancel since the M1 is closed meaning that our lead singer is stuck in Nottingham and our “trombone man with his van” nurse has been put on emergency standby tonight. That really is about as bad as the floods have affected me. Our house is on a hill so no problems there and it was only things like the ring road being shut in places that caused a problem yesterday. Was quite funny seeing picture of the luxury waterside flats in Leeds becoming a little more waterside than intended.