I was reading the Irish Times birth announcements the other day, blithely perusing the daft names people choose to give their innocent children when I saw that one of my ex-boyfriends and his wife have just had a baby girl. I felt a distinct pang of regret that we parted on such terms that I am not now in a position to call him and annoy him by passing on a great deal of smug advice about childrearing.
Another ex-boyfriend was from Rome and we have stayed in contact and about 8 or 9 years ago Mr. Waffle and I attended his wedding outside Rome. The reception was in a spectacularly beautiful castle. Which is, presumably, why Tom and Katie went there too. The excitement.
NaBlPoMo – You have seen all the blogs I regularly read. Are you relieved? Yes, so am I.
And? And? What did the ex name the child? Was it awful?
I’m not in touch with any of my ex’s. I can’t imagine any of them being mature enough to cope with fatherhood, so I would definately ram my smug parenting advice down their throats.