And so it begins...

So I ordaned to bless the world with my presence. How cliched is that? I was born 3 weeks late in order to ensure I was an Aquarius, at 11.30 at night.

Oh yes, and I spent the first night in a bathroom.

Apparently, the hospital I was born in didn't care that I was born so late at night, after a brief time with mum, I was whisked away to the nursery, to sleep with all the other babies. However, I was hungry, so I cried. As it was the policy of the hospital to have a strict regime to feeding times, and I was waking other babies, they shut me away in a bathroom to scream as much as I liked. So I went hungry. Some have said I've been making up for it ever since.

My dad got half an hour off work. He was a Police Constable and his Sargeant had so many officers off that night, that he wouldn't let dad off the rest of his shift. So, it wasn't until the following daytime that I finally saw my daddy, and the world finally saw a contented me.

I can't say I have the biggest affinity with Bathrooms. I shower every day, but I'm as quick as possible. I wonder if that has anything to do with it?

Anyway, the next thing I know about was Christmas that year. Having been born in January, and my parents not having a great deal of money, it was 11 months before they had a reason to shower me with gifts. They had spent what they could afford and brought me lots to unwrap. However, my Aunt had come to spend Christmas with us, and had left her glasses case on the arm of the sofa.
It probably doesn't take a genius to work out what came next. Being a little inquisitive, instead of opening all my presents and getting excited about that, I spent an hour opening an closing my Aunt's glasses case.

tbc...