I'm looking forward to the happiest day of my life in mid December when my daughter pops out of my wife. It seems that there will be a lot of worry before and after the event, there will be scenes in the hospital that I don't want to look at and there will be too much well meaning advice. It's all tolerable but not exactly happy making.
To compensate I am expecting some really good movies I hadn't heard of, a win for Norwich City, the publishing world to finally realise my genius and an Indian buffet including fluffy naan breads and chicken shashlik. Yes, I cannot envisage the happiest day of my life not including chicken shashlik because if it didn't how could it be the happiest. I could just have the same day again but this time with chicken shashlik.
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