So last night I dreamt that I was pregnant, and that I had my face tattooed.
Odd, as the face tattoo had happened during an absolute bender (on the green fairy, no doubt) in which there was a blank spot the night before, and it crossed over my nose and had an image on either side of my eyes, one was a casette tape..
And as I trapsed down park street I realised, finally, that this was it.
I was pregnant.
A brief thought was to find out since when I may have been, the rational side setting in, but as I searched for halloween chocolates, i smiled warmly at the thought of being 24 when the baby was 1, and that feeling right.

24? Really?