I’m going to be an Uncle.
Which is a good thing. As I said the other day, it’s clear now that the escape route is being planned, and she’s fully aware of what he’s up to. So I’ll be the male figure in this child’s life, if I have to. Unless someone else comes along, then I’ll just be the wacky Uncle who yells at the telly during footy matches and drinks a bit too much lager.
I’m pleased, all things considered.


