Last night I finally got chance to go out with a few friends and celebrate Connor's arrival in the style traditional for new fathers. I had fully intended to just have a few drinks and be back by 10.30pm. Instead I crawled in with 2 friends at 1am completely paralytic and in the middle of a huge giggling fit. Sharon, bless her, was totally cool about it even when I passed out on a chair and she had to chat to my mates until they left at about 3am. I regretted it slightly this morning when I had to get up at 9 o'clock to drive Chloe to a holiday drama club.
That's what friends are for. In true drunk bloke style I spent about half an hour last night making my friend, who is expecting his first child in 2 months time, promise that he would phone me if ever he felt down or couldn't cope after the birth.
