Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.

Here you can see Henry's very best friend just last night. Yes, it is the moon.

So Theme Thursday is upon us again and the theme actually has nothing whatsoever to do with anything lunar, space, sky or suchlike. The theme - as I am sure that you have guessed already - is EGG.

Egg?!?!

Yes EGG.

You see, when I look up at a nice moon like that, in a clear dark sky, I think of the precious little EGG that cute little babies are before that filthy little tadpole appears and turns into a baby.

I have this whole notion of the egg sitting there in the womb uterus cervix pancreas – wherever it is that eggs sit in a lady's tum – and it sits there and glows like the moon in a dark sky. It’s a very romantic notion of a lady's reproductive system I think, and doesn’t involve blood or amniotic fluid. Maybe any stray stars can be platelets of something...

Anyway, at some point I imagine my two young fellows were once lovely little moons eggs lurking within their mum, waiting all the while to hatch.

Thus the little blokes began.


Above here is a nascent Henry-saurus Rex getting a bit feisty within his mother’s womb at around nineteen weeks gestation. Isn’t gestation a romantic word?


Here is dear, sweet little Ezra at something like eleven weeks development (a much lovelier word than gestation), don’t you think that he already looks like his father?

So now I have these two fit, hunky young fellows that kick me in the head, pee on me and shout the house down, I remind myself that they were once quiet and glowing little moon eggs, sweet as the shimmering moon in the sky!