Something happened in early spring, maybe even late winter here in Australia as, untrained as I am, it appears to be breeding season. There are pregnant women everywhere I turn. Even on the rare days lately when we haven’t had rain, I check to make sure any public seating isn’t wet from some poor woman’s waters bursting all over the place.

It’s just as well I haven’t had any sex lately, because I’m sure, even with physiological improbabilities one of us might end up knocked up and I’m not ready to be a father yet, or a mother!