This time eight years ago, as my vice-like grip on the gas mouthpiece caused vessels in my forearms to swell, as the supersonic rattle of the beads in the nitrous-oxide device hummed a tune of despair, as Matthew flicked from channel to channel to channel on the delivery room television, finally resting on 'The Price is Right' my baby boy was close to meeting the world.
All ten pounds of him.
As Larry Emdur called "Come on Down", Wallace came on out. Big, bald and beautiful. And as my obstetrician missed yet another of my deliveries, we revelled in the glory of our beautiful Summer baby.
Today, as floodrains kept the schoolkids home for the day, we got to enjoy a full day of birthday revelry.
Sarah created a chocolate masterpiece incorporating chocolate biscuits plastered together with chocolate cream, smothered in more of the same and liberally doused in grated dark chocolate. Together with a cappucino, smoko was a step above the normal salada and sliced tomato.