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Back in Cardiff. My nephew's beautiful. I feel like I should say something deep about new life and the magic of birth, but I haven't got a thing.



(Okay, maybe I've thought "I want one of these someday" a time or two, but that's all.)

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He doesn't have a nickname yet--they're still just calling him "the baby", mostly. And . . . that's mostly just me attempting to be funny.

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Well. Not much, really. We talk about video games some, my brothers and I, and movies and books and what not, but when they ask about my life there's not much to say. Though I did tell Euan about Jack and Lorne this weekend. He's the only one to know about them.

No, I suppose I don't. I got into the habit of keeping myself separate when I was looking after Lisa, and I've yet to get out of it. Though I'm getting better, I think. I wouldn't have told them about Rhodri, for instance, before TIC and all.

I have four brothers, and I'm smack in the middle. Two are married, the third is thinking about it, and the youngest . . . nobody knows what's going on with him, really. He's still figuring out what he wants out of life. No sisters.