The least said about the actual beginning the better. Infact we both deny such a thing could have occured.

The first I knew was that familiar feelng of being not quite right. Ill. Out of sorts. Off colour. As if a parasite was stealing all my resources.

So I ‘found’ an NHS stick to wee on and there was a choir of angels. It was 5am on a dodgy nightshift and I was in the midst of caring for the drunks and elderly of Exeter but a miracle still occured, lo, in a stable.

Jim was informed of his great fertility in the renal carpark. He was very proud.

Of cours, we’re not actually TELLING any of you yet…