The debonair Basil Marigold's

To adjust to what my wife and I have inflicted on ourselves...in a good way. But hey ho, look at the time. There's a 8lb reason I am up this late at the moment and she's asleep in the pram behing me now. No doubt dreaming of new ways to exhaust her parents, i put it down to her devious turquoise socks, myself. She is downstairs because she has had wind and just won't settle upstairs, especially now mum is snoring too. I have attempted to cuddle as much wind out as I can and she seems to have settled a little, hardly a peep for 20mins, apart from the occasional fart. Can't show i disappeared there for 10 mins trying to get her settled, one wet nappy changed and a bit of wind and one dummy, well two counting me. and she's quieter, but still not asleep, but drifting away...much like my grip on sanity!

yet at present so little time to get my thoughts down, what with arrival of Grace, our baby daughter, and future world leader or maybe check out girl at morrisons, wtho have great chicken roll, by the way. I don't really care as all i know is she's gorgeous and we all affect te world and its people in our owin unique way. We'll just ahave to wait and see. At prsent I am being impacted by Grace as it's 5.52am, she's asleep in my arms and i'm listening to a sheep shearer on bbc radio 4! aparently 100 sheep shearerd a day is like running a marathon, proving one thing sheep shearers from devon can't figure out the difference between a road race and a haircut.

...unlike a dear friend that should read, see, see what the little girl is doing, already!

Like a dear friend My eyes are fine . I am just silent because I am so tightly wound up at present that I am struggling to cope with this endless unknowing waiting. This has been the toughest part of the pregnancy.

My wife is now, officially, overdue. I like to think I am a caring man, also. I am though, exceptionally anal about being punctual. You see the issue I have here, with my daughter. I have developed a plan, which I think will rememdy my issue...

I would still like to see Bjork live. I loved her 'uniqueness'

I have to admit to beginning to get a little tense of late. Where I have become like a slightly wound up spring, unable to relax or remove the internal crushing pressure seemingly spreading within body and mind, due to impending parenthood and other issues. Hence I was pleasantly cheered by a couple of photos of the old Williams/Theaker stomping ground which reminded me of just how fortunate I was to grow up where I did, which is God's own county of Devon, hence I am Devonian, of mixed race. Half midlander (Mum from Bilborough) and half, very north welsh (Father from Angelsey or Yns Mons, depending on your view and home to my favourite town, 'Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch'. So as you can see it was natural geographical culmination that led to me being born in Devon. Which here as you can see is a 'quaint' little fishing town on the english coast! as you can see, if appearances sold places it would be a winner. Like everywhere it has good