went to see mr and mrs jewish mothers new bab last night.
ahhhhhhh.
want one!
so tiny and utterly perfect. he popped out 12 days early so was still a little furry but wasn't all scabby and battered like little cat when he came out. a new born with good skin? so not fair 
he has the longest fingers and a face that bears and uncanny resemblance to yoda. super sweet.
the newborn smell got the hormones racing tho. want want want!
I visited with red and another mate and cause it was with red we had to have a couple of pints first so I was really a bit merry to be handling newborns. but I behaved and didn't drop him so it all good. and cause even with the little critter they are perfect hosts I got another beer while I was there.
giggle.
then we left them to the cuteness and had a maccy d.
yum but yuck.
and me and red decided one burger wasn't nearly enough so had two.
mistake.
waddled home to make robots but vegged in front of the telly thinking about babies instead.
saw the nice ex housemate the other day. ah he such a sweetie. got a new job with no commute and more money and is now living with his lady and her kid. lovely. he looks all happy. yay.
now I guess everyone has moved out of the house of hell so I am probably safe to visit that part of town again. yay. it's a lovely place but I always got twitchy going there knowing I could run into the evil one and the ex at any time. course I don't know where they moved to, could still be the same area but I feel safer anyway
oh I hated living in that house. even when I was still with the ex it was horrid. I am not built to share living space with lots of people. guess tho if I want a ton of babies I would need to get used to it but fruit of your loins are different from housemates. you don't have to pretend to be friendly in the mornings for one thing!
toy soldier off on his two weeks of crawling through mud for the ta on friday. it's always hard being left alone with the little cat but I am also looking forward to it.
no one telling me off for using the hot tap, or cooking clay in the oven, or leaving a light on, or not keeping the recycling tidy or one of the million other things he moans about. no having to cook a bloody meal every night (tho is is being dead good with cooking at the mo, made ace duck soup on the weekend. yums)
a bit of peace and quiet when the bab has gone to bed will be nice tho.
no arguments, no lectures, no one ignoring everything I say, no one irritating me.
I do like him but god he gets on my wick sometimes
