Well yesterday something very peculiar happened to me. I was in a shop, waiting patiently from my handmade pasta to be weighed. I was thinking about UGGS and whether or not I would ever buy a pair, I was mildly bored, a pleasant state I regularly find myself in, when suddenly I felt eyes on me.
I looked to my left.
And there, sitting in a buggy, wearing a pink furry sleeveless singlet and bright pink tights was the cutest baby I have ever clapped eyes on.
I was transfixed. She was transfixed. Her eyes were huge and deep blue, her cheeks chubby and pink, she had a tooth.
I tried a smile. She grinned back at me. My smile widened and she did this kind of...gurgly laugh. My hands twitched. I wanted to bend down pick her up and squeeze her like she was a French Bulldog Puppy.
What the hell?
Somewhere deep inside me a mechanism began to grind slowly to life. I felt it as clearly as I would feel some yob kick me in the shin. It was a very definite and-to my mind- audible, 'PING!'
I am...............I'm broody.
Oh I know I waffle on sometimes about my future fake sons and dogs and what not, but in my mind that's as real as Cabett Cove in Murder She Wrote, a cloudy daydream about some cloudy stuff in the cloudy future.
Then I go right on drinking rum, working long hours and going to tedious art gallery openings.
But this! This was different, I still feel it today. That little gurgling pink thing with the tooth, I want one!