Baby or a Load of Wind?
Wee sis is still hanging onto devil-spawn no 2. She phoned me in the early hours of Sunday morning thinking, “this is it!”
I had to go down, pickup The Nephew and take him all the way through to my parents in Glasgow. Needless to say it was 5:30am before I got back. Got about an hours kip before having to get up for a full day of work at Kinross Market. I was less than pleased that the journey turned out to be unnecessary.
I’m now starting to think she has a bad case of wind. One big fart will probably sort out the big tummy, the pain and the discomfort 
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