So here we are, day one. First blog, first post, first thoughts down in type. I'm not sure how long this blogging lark will continue for me but I am riding a wave of optimism and as a result I'm putting my best foot forward.
So here goes.
Today is the day I became an Uncle for the first time. My Nephew, Charlie Ian Cootes was born early this morning and has inspired me to write the first post of my blog. The morning was made remarkable by this event but became somewhat overshadowed by the even more remarkable sight that befell me on the usually unremarkable journey into work.
Still flushed with the joy of sudden Unclehood, I sat on the bus and stared into the middle distance. My thoughts were focused on the photograph of my new Nephew, his eyes closed and in the arms of his Grandmother, my Mother. I thought of this new life, this new hope and the joy he would bring to us as he learned to live in this confusing world.
I was wrenched out of my reverie as an unusual sight caught my eye. My attention was drawn to the upper floor window of a delightful Victorian terraced house. The curtains twitched violently as a small dog bounced up onto the windowsill. "How sweet" I thought, "he's awaiting the return of his master. Poor thing must be so lonely but he mustn't worry, someone will soon be back to love him and cuddle him and take him for a lovely walk. This world is beautiful," I thought. "Truly wonderful."
It was at this point the dog shat on the windowsill.
