Next time I'll keep my mouth shut

I really regret yesterdays blog. I thought it was a nice, sweet, genuine appraisal of one of those things that make our time on this dying planet more bearable. Trouble is, one of Philippa’s mates forwarded it to her with a comment saying “Look who’s sounding broody!!??!!?” So now my wife is following me around as if I’m desperate to impregnate her immediately.
Which I’m not.
The sex part I’m interested in. That would be great. But the nine months of mood swings and the lifetime of expensive parenting that follows is the bit that puts me off.

RC 14-9-16