Baby baby

These past five years there’s been a bit of a baby rush. My old Prague friend Will started it off by putting an order in around 2012 and then another in 2014, or thereabouts, and my old actor friend from London days, Oliver, had one a year or two ago as well. Then in June my friend in China, James Oxford, had one and now another blast from my China past has just announced an order for his. What is more, I’ve noticed that our mutual friend DGS had just quit China after 10 years and I don’t doubt that is so he can go to America to reproduce. These last two friends are 35 and 36 years old respectively. I can’t help noticing that I am single, nearly 42 and about to spend 4 years in an environment not conducive to having a baby. At which point, you might ask, do I want one? Well, all of the above-mentioned are in stable relationships- to the best of my knowledge. I am not and I wouldn’t entertain filling out the order form unless I was. So if I ever am a pater it will probably be an old one. One of my favourite Facebook fathers is such a person. I don’t know him well but I know him through his love for his twin daughters, who seem to have had a wonderful childhood so far. He doesn’t waste his time posting soap box rubbish on his page, it’s all about his twins but not from an ego- ‘Look at me, I am the Dad of these twins,’ point of view- it’s all about them. And that is inspiring.