Eternal Recurrence

Having spent nigh on four years spouting clichéd nonsense about Nancy I realised that I am in danger of retracing them with a alarming sense of symmetry. I was about start prattling on about how Esther was now nigh on 8 weeks old and that this passage of time was at once alarming, existentially damaging and that before long I would be drafting her wedding speech. I've already written that once (or twice or thrice) so what value can I add here. As a civil servant of moderate rank, my life is about operating in spaces between clusters and finding places to add value so this should be easy. No. Actually, it is a complete nightmare. But stumble on I shall. Esther whilst not so resemblant of the Dalai Lama remains a sleeper of distinction. Last night she clocked up 9 hours undisturbed slumber before being gently eased back on to her mother's breast. Despite the fact this situation could change without warning and descend our household into untold trouble, it is hard not to let a little smugness creep into the recesses of your mind. I remain vigilant in guarding against letting this nascent smugness conquer me wholly as when the inevitable Islamic State moment comes, the fall will feel even greater. But still 9 hours. Fo' shizzle. 

 Beyond her nocturnal compliance, Esther is now eight weeks old and rather marvelous but I'm rather biased when it comes to this sort of thing. However, I can provide photographic evidence of her marvellousness although it is getting increasingly hard to commit Esther to celluloid without an intervention from sister, who is desperately fond of her little sister. Although, the oft-promised help with changing her nappies from our elder daughter has not yet materialised but there is still time. More happily, however, nor has Nancy undertaken any acts of sororal violence against Esther which is nice.

I think in these few hundred words I've covered new ground and avoided the cliches of the past. But bloody hell, she is growing up fast and I'm already thinking about her wedding speech.

Seraphic

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