Love on the Rocks...

Well, I have some bad news (or good, depending on your point of view e.g. hello Mum!)

Unfortunately, it looks like the love boat has morphed into the Titanic and is going to hit a huge iceberg!

The main iceberg on which it is about to flounder is progeny production. Although that iceberg is a long way off at the moment, we are on a direct collision course with it! Previous rants by me are also a factor, but those could be worked on.

Without getting too personal (although herself gave me permission to post!), the upshot is that I can't see myself ever having sprogs at this juncture. Call me selfish, but that's the way I am. It's only natural that herself would want some, so I'm wasting her time in the long run. This is particularly true because she believes that she is no spring chicken anymore. I came onboard with the best of intentions, thinking that the iceberg might melt (so to speak!), but I'm afraid the opposite is probably true.

Given all that, and throw in the problems finding a job that I've described ad nauseam on this blog, it looks like abandon ship before the it starts listing and sinks into the abyss! A return to terra firma originalis in April is now on the cards! Ah well, twas good while it lasted!

Apologies for all the nautical references, me hearties!!!!