Actually I call the baby Patrick as I fear that in 40 days time when he is registered he will have another name so I shall enjoy Patrick while I can. In his first night on this planet at the hospital he was an angel. Other babies bawled he did not. However, one night does not make a lifetime.
He is back home now and has been introduced to the morbidly obese three legged cat Oakley. Patrick is indifferent, Oakley shows mild curiousity and certainly no hostility. None the less it was decided that, last night, Oakley would have to share a bed with the in-laws.
Patrick was no longer an angel. I had forgotten how tiring this baby malarky can be. And at this stage the Mrs is being a feminist, which I support naturally since I am a feminist too, and breast feeding. But i am cream crackered and now sleep deprived.
I tried to say "sssshhh you will wake Oakley" every time the baby screamed but I think Patrick must have already twigged that very little wakes Oakley and so just carried on bawling.