Taxi?

Today there is a bonus story: on the day Harper was born, I caught a taxi home to get some rest as Penny was taken upstairs and was in a shared room and I couldn't really hang around.

Anyway, got chatting to the taxi driver, as you do, told him my news, he was pretty nice about it, he dropped me off, all was cool.

Then last light we have Ceri over. Ceri is a Welsh girl who Penny met through Richard, who did Max's celebration in the park. We all had a few quiet drinks and some very nice stinky cheese she brought with her before it was time for her to head home.

She calls a taxi and leaves. About half an hour later, we get a text message from her - she got the same taxi driver who drove me home last week. He remembered the address, and asked Ceri how the baby was doing.

Of all the taxi drivers in this city...and he was a nice bloke. Glad I tipped him last week.

adam.

Bonus pic! Harper snapped being weighed about 20 minutes after birth. And didn't he love it. Oh yeah.