Lucky

Henry fell and banged his head against the corner of a wall yesterday morning.

I was about to take the small car (Skoda Roomster) to get its MOT. Cancelled that and took him, and our nanny, Kay, to the local A&E at King's College Hospital.

Henry was a brave lad, and returned home with some "butterfly" stitches on his forehead, and a smile. Sometimes I wonder what I would have done with my life had I not gotten married: right up until I see Henry crack a grin. I mean to say, I could have been a contender, as the phrase is. Instead, I'm a dad, and I don't feel wanting.

Funny old business, life, eh?