My little sister is having a baby. Well, not right now, I mean in a few weeks' time - though to be honest, she is currently enormous, so it could actually be any moment. (You'll remember of course that I found myself awkwardly drinking tea at her baby shower.)
Anyway, while this is a brilliant ray of sunshine, bursting through an otherwise grizzly year for all of us, it has presented a few challenges. One such challenge (other than Ben predicting that his new cousin would be called 'Count Dooku') is that in the midst of expecting, my sister and her husband moved from Pangbourne (just down the road)... to a nice house in Lambourn (a lot further down the road). It's great - a quiet village, lovely little church and a lot of horsey people driving around in jeeps. It's just quite far away.
"You've remembered?" asked my Mum.
"Remembered what?" I said, somewhat dangerously.
It turns out that they arranged for their radiators to be delivered on the same day as their Bring-Dads-Along antenatal course* and someone was required to sit in their house and wait for the delivery. My Mum couldn't do it because she's looking after the Niblings and so... I have got the job.
And that's how I've ended up sitting in someone else's living room on a very quiet Saturday morning. I'm in the coldest house in Lambourn, wrapped in a blanket, drinking tea and periodically breathing on my fingers to stop them getting frostbite. I did look for the thermostat, and even the boiler, but for some reason they don't seem to have one. They really ought to get central heating. It is freezing.
*I should point out, that that means the father of the child and not your dad. That would just be weird.
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