It was a pretty uneventful weekend, hence the lack of updates, not because I've been busy helping Mrs A squeeze out our first-born, which is probably a good thing considering we're a bit short-staffed at work this week with news editor Mad off on hols.
After all the dramas of Friday afternoon, everything's back to business-as-usual today, with the team all beavering away in the office rather than out chasing up attempted murders.
It's all a bit surreal on the Spawn front, as we're really just counting the days until he or she hatches from their metaphorical egg. I've also been keeping off the vino in the meantime in case I'm needed for an 11th hour dash up the M1 to Luton and Dunstable Hospital, which is always tough, especially when you get to the end of a long news week and your mind feels like chow mein.
Bags are packed, including my special emergency kit of Pot Noodles, cereal bars, iPhone charger, iPod docking station, towel (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has much to answer for) and some reading matter, so I'm ready for us to leave at a moment's notice.
Running a regional newspaper is a full-time job, involving long hours, commitments in the local community and a general inability to ever switch off . Just like being a father. Juggling the two should be fun then...
What's it all about?
I've been a journalist for almost 20 years, and in that time I've jumped out of planes, interviewed Prime Ministers and visited warzones, all of which is a piece of cake in comparison to being a new dad. This is me, desperately trying to juggle my role as local newspaper editor with my impending responsibilities as a new father, and determined not to fail at either. D-day is May 23, and after that, nothing will be the same again...
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