I found out very recently that my wife is pregnant.
This felt like the end of the world to the 42 year old me. I was down, depressed even. I felt the world was against me.
Then she found out that it was twins. And I have to fight the urge every day to not fling myself in front of the Central line at St Pauls.
Now im thinking, its a perfect storm. The last time we won anything of significance Molly was born. Ive waited until this day, my age, my bad back, my misery, my likelyhood of being driven mental or into an early grave for this. For us to win this.
And little Jurgen and little Phillipe will be signs of our success forever.