Last weekend, K___ and I went our different ways.
Not like that, don't worry!
She went to meet up with the girls in London, and I went to Hertford and met up with the boys to play some Old Skool. Old Skool Prog, that is, complete with ancient Korg, ancient Moog and a few bits of 7/8 time sigs1. You may recall we did this once before.
With K___ at 35 weeks plus, it's all a bit different. She could give birth at any time, so she was conscious of the fact that men are bad people and like beer. In the end, we kept in contact by text messages and she would let me know that she was feeling fine. I still managed to have a reasonably heroic amount of beer but not so much that I wouldn't have been able to sober up in a couple of hours if required (on the basis of passing one unit per hour). At midnight, we phoned each other and checked each other way okay. I think I hid any slurring quite well, and K____ was just ready for her bed.
It'll probably be the last time I see most of the chaps before the baby arrives and I suppose that will change things. I'd be surprised if it doesn't, to be honest, but K___ is happy with us meeting up and so we'll continue to meet and make the bad prog noises into next year.
Nice.
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