3rd October. Forty-Eight.

Birthday today.

By coincidence we are viewing my former residence offers over £65,000.

I stand at the bathroom doorway re-enacting in my mind the moment when Juniors Mother came back from a pregnancy test.

"So what was the result?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh well" I said.

One of those falling stainless steel pipe moments - does it hit or not?

Oops!

Fuck it!

The only birthday present that mattered is that Mr P. by his own account, has survived the pipe incident.