There's nothing like being a new parent.
You tend to become a little obsessed with the small person that has recently arrived in your life, and understandably so, given how they dominate your every action, even when you're asleep. Some sad gits even write blogs about it, apparently.
Equally unsurprisingly, a lot of the conversations you have with people start with a few words about this little person. 'How's your baby doing?' 'Are you getting any sleep yet?' 'Euuwww! How do you cope with the nappies?' etc. It gets to be so that you become conditioned to expect these initial conversations.
Take just now, for example; I popped down in the lift to grab five minutes of the glorious sunlight - it's a balmy March out there, for sure. One of my colleagues from the section I used to work in grabbed the doors as they closed and got in.
'How are you doing?' he said, 'Are you enjoying it?'
'Oh yes, it's really good!' I replied, 'especially now she's become a little more interactive.'
'Great stuff! Listen, I'm going to the shop. I'll see you later.'
And off he went.
Later on, I was having my lunch in one of the 'break out' areas when the same chap wandered in with a couple of his team mates, clutching his sandwiches in his paw. I nodded at him, but wasn't expecting him to come over; clearly he was going to eat with his colleagues. Yet he did come over.
'I've just realised,' he said. 'What you said before about 'her becoming a bit more interactive'? You were talking about your baby, weren't you? I thought you were talking about your boss...'
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