Purdie, I couldn't care less what some random in the middle east talked about two thousand years ago. But I tolerate, with gritted teeth, the religious amongst us.
Shall I say cunt again? I feel like that would help.
Anyway, leaving my girl is hard but I didn't regret last time and I won't regret this time. Last year it was for a wedding in Romania for a very good friend. Taking a baby would have been a nightmare. We'd have had to get a babysitter we didn't know, who may not speak English. We were only away two weeks so she'd have been jetlagged a lot of the time.
This time it's another wedding. We are lucky enough to have the means to go, so we're going. It's hard leaving her but she'll never remember it and we are making great memories for ourselves as a couple. Quite a number of parents I know who have older children have told me that in retrospect they wished they'd taken similar opportunities in the past.
Oh, before I forget - here's the baby blanket I made, for aforementioned friends who got married in Romania last year. Fertile bastards. (Nice blanket tho.)