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Jul. 20th, 2003 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanWent to see some old friends I don't see nearly enough of last night and stayed over. It's strange how London inertia can set so hard a half hour train journey seems eversofar to go to see even your closest friends: I really ought to make the effort more often.
Their near-one-year-old is fantastic, almost enough to make me broody. Almost I say. Since there are a couple of minor technical hurdles to overcome before I can think about unleashing progeny on the world, mainly the fact that it takes two to tango, this is probably a good thing.
Mostly they're no fun until they're about 6 I reckon, anyway.
I'm now having to work on a Sunday afternoon. I'm in court every day next week until Friday (and even that might get filled up unless I remember to ask the clerks to give me a break. Why did no one tell me this job would destroy anything resembling a social life.
Oh yes, they did.
(It isn't true anyway, I have plenty of free time, it's just that my life falls into manic periods of work lasting a couple of weeks and then deafening silence, whereupon I get to worry about the lack of money coming in, rather than striking a happy medium. Which is, after all, a cruel thing to do. Sorry, dreadful weak pun I know, but it's obligatory.)
Their near-one-year-old is fantastic, almost enough to make me broody. Almost I say. Since there are a couple of minor technical hurdles to overcome before I can think about unleashing progeny on the world, mainly the fact that it takes two to tango, this is probably a good thing.
Mostly they're no fun until they're about 6 I reckon, anyway.
I'm now having to work on a Sunday afternoon. I'm in court every day next week until Friday (and even that might get filled up unless I remember to ask the clerks to give me a break. Why did no one tell me this job would destroy anything resembling a social life.
Oh yes, they did.
(It isn't true anyway, I have plenty of free time, it's just that my life falls into manic periods of work lasting a couple of weeks and then deafening silence, whereupon I get to worry about the lack of money coming in, rather than striking a happy medium. Which is, after all, a cruel thing to do. Sorry, dreadful weak pun I know, but it's obligatory.)
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Happy Mediums *Should* Be Struck!
Date: 2003-07-20 09:32 am (UTC)Re: Happy Mediums *Should* Be Struck!
Date: 2003-07-22 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-21 01:52 am (UTC)Oh, I don't know. When they start talking properly I start to find them entertaining. Depends on the child.
As babies, really only relatives find them endlessly fascinating. I had to endure a colleague telling me about his new born's farting recently. Normally perceptive people, once they become parents, seem unable to tell that I'm *just not interested or charmed by these stories!*
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Date: 2003-07-22 10:17 am (UTC)