We went for a walk on the common yesterday afternoon. As did every single family in the area. Trying, as we were, to have a Discussion about our New Year resolutions, I was mainly viewing the thickets of children as things to remember not to swear in front of. But H was looking increasingly wistful, as one small adorable person after another trotted past, giggling or yelling or throwing themselves gleefully into their daddy’s arms for a go at playing aeroplanes. I asked him, jokingly, if he was feeling broody.
Stupid question, really.
Oh, the guilt.