And, correct me if she's wrong, but aren't baby showers just for the first-born?
Well apparently not according to Nicole's work friends, who would not take no for an answer. But, knowing that Nicole is hoping, when the baby is born, that it will be neither a boy nor a girl but a whippet, Bronwyn from work organised a little something at the greyhound races.
So we pitched up at the Albion Racecourse to see the dogs, eat rubbish food and mingle with the gambling classes whilst watching racing hounds hammering around the track.
A nice touch that the course offered was to let us pat a dog, and name some races so we were treated to the Blowing the Baby Bonus Stakes, the Tiny Memorial and the other one whose name I've forgotten already...
Anyway aside from Nicole's work friends and some attendant children we had Eloise's little chums Hannah, Mia and Jessica with parents and siblings and with a grassy area to frolic in, not to mention, um, gambling and dog petting, all were happy for the four hours we were there.
We didn't win anything, of course, but naturally the sharing of our impending joy with our friends was, um, success enough.
I shouldn't mention the horrendous joke we played on Bronwyn, who fell for it hook line and sinker as Nicole texted her claiming that labour had started and hid in the toilets when she arrived. And I won't. I suppose some small measure of revenge was had when she made us eat baby food and attempt to guess its provenance.
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