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The Dreams Of Our Fathers

I had been looking forward to a bit of a lay in on Sunday morning, in fact it was safe to say I felt I deserved one; not for any particular reason other than I was tired and had been at work all week. This is a feat of daring do that I feel deserves more recognition then it receives as I have convinced myself that I am the only person in the worlds that truly hates my job. I am sure there are people that think they don't like their jobs, but I don't truly think they know how much I hate mine and clearly, i hate it more than anyone else and that's that. Of course I realise this is the ranting of a million disgruntled employees, but surely that was their own fault, after all we were all told at school by our teachers and at home by our parents that it was there for the taking, that anything we wanted to do was there for us to take, with a little bit of hard work we would be destined for greatness. What a load of old bollocks. Yes that's it, I have decided. I'm not going to lie and encourage my kids with fairy tales of being able to do what ever they want, no impossible dreams to achieve and thus no feelings of inadequacy and failure when they reach the realisation that actually it doesn't matter what you do, life is still a bit on the shit side. Much better to live life with their feet on the ground, knowing exactly what's in store for them.

Anyway, when Nikala came bounding back in to the bed my initial reaction was not going to be words of kindness.

"Guess what?" she was saying. What? What time is it anyway for gods sake, I mean my eyes are still glued together and I am desperate for the toilet. Bleeugh! Is it even light outside? Guess what? What's wrong with you? This is no time for games!

But I said none of that and the irritation fizzled instantly as the words she was saying filtered through to my sleep deprived brain. So before I replied with any of my initial and no doubt argument starting expletives, my brain caught up with my ears and I heard her say: "I'm pregnant".

"Wait, what did you say?" I stammered, my mind suddenly extremely clear and awake.

"I'm pregnant." she calmly replied with a beautific smile on her face. I swear she almost looked like she had a halo of light framing her face, though I suppose that could have just been my light sensitive eyes struggling in the morning glare....

Back on topic... and with that I just started grinning like a loon. "Oh my god! That's fantastic, I cant believe it!" I was ecstatic and leaped out of bed, this was the best news I think I have ever received. Oh what an amazing child we are going to have I thought; they will conquer the stars! I'm quite certain they will be the first world leader to be governing the known universe from the seat of power at the new colony he/she helped to establish on Mars after having already made their name back on Earth as a best selling author, starring in and directing the movie adaptation of their own book and of course all this after having made their fortune as a very successful entrepreneur with their own multi-million pound business and solving the world poverty crisis and winning the X-Factor only to throw it Simon Cowell's face and making it on their own.

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