Becky! Love!" Mum Has Pushed Her Way

I'm Allergic To Family Occasions. Sometimes I Think We'd Do Better As Dandelion Seeds-no Family, No History, Just Floating Off Into The World, Each On Our Own Piece Of Fluff.

I Can't Cook. I Don't Have The Right Brain For It, Somehow. I Can't Walk Into A Room And Tidy It Up. I Get Distracted. I Pick Up One Thing And I Start Looking At It. And My Cooking Is Truly Heinous.

We Both Gaze Down At My Swollen Tummy For A While. I Still Can't Quite Get My Head Round The Fact That There's A Baby Inside My Body. Which Has Got To Come Out... Somehow. Ok, Let's Not Go There. There's Still Time For Them To Invent Something.

Our Eyes Met In The Math Class. How Were We To Know That Trigonometry Would Lead To Matrimony?

I Know This Is Our Honeymoon. But Just Sometimes, I Wish Luke Was A Girl.