Bank Holiday over! And it’s my last bank holiday ever as just a husband. By the time the August bank holiday rolls around, I’ll be someone's old man, father, ould fella, daddy, dad and so on!
It’s still a daunting thought at the moment, and I’m sure Denial is just a river in Egypt! No doubt millions of years of paternal genetics will kick in as soon as I’m handed the bambino.
Anyway, all back to normal tonight on the airwaves from 9pm. And yes, I’ll have the psychic on and spend most of the night calling him / her the monday night psychic and then spend the rest of the night blaming the holiday!