Surprise Surprise

At 2AM Tracey said something like "I think I'm having a baby." I said something that I'm not proud of and went back to sleep. At 4AM she had a bath. The contractions stopped and so did the panic. Little did we know. At 5:30AM she woke me again and said "I'm having a baby!" I said "Hang on let me just log on to my client's server and make sure that the update has finished." It haden't. A short delay to click OK and Restart and off we went - Stellenbosch via 4-Way flashers and lots of rhythmic breathing.

At 8:02AM Joshua Garner poked his perfect face - if not reminiscient of mom, dad, great gran (on mom's side) and granpa (also on mom's side) - out and said "Hey! This place is messed up but there's no going back now. Clean me, feed me and get me started - I'll do the rest. Time to sort this country out." I bought him the newspaper to show him who Thabo is - so that he can give him a shout and wake him up at sparrows before the xenophobic twits relieve their angst by slaughtering another hard-working Malawian and helping themselves to a Sony. Alas no pics of our esteemed Pres. Absent as he is always; save for some statement he made about the horse and bolting and how the stables are so clean - 'cause a little straw goes a long way to cover the mess but wait until the stench of the rot gets you and then you'll say kak, and you'll be right. Anyhow, Jo is here and man is he a beaut. I'm as proud as any new dad - not that I did much (and what little I did do was such a long time ago I can't say I recall it being that amazing - at least not the stuff that I did!)

Josh's room has a place for the rugby ball and a cricket bat and a shelf for the violin - just in case. I have sleeping tablets and a rational wife. Long may it last! Thank you Lord.