Despite having lost my Irish passport, I’m now well and truly back in Europe. Since my return from India I’ve been to London (the day after), Glasgow (for a night out), Biarritz (of course), Pau, Paris, Zurich, San Sebastian and Orthez. I’ve found my way onto the back of a number of extremely good horses and I’ve even ridden my bike (and this time not just in my garage). Any weight I lost in Bangaluru is now well and truly piled back on, and homemade pizzas and burgers are on the BBQ menu at my parents’ place on Friday night. I’ve managed to take the tail end of August as holiday and thankfully the weather is holding up nicely despite being a bit iffy whilst I was on my travels.
After a triple fracture, sick wife and 2.5 months of a new job, I’ve not had much time to focus on the impending arrival. This little holiday has helped that as I’ve started to flick through books of baby names. The challenge with Mrs. O’Brien is, once again, avoiding excessively French names. She’d love a little Louis, Clement or Pierre-Charles but I have to keep reminding her that they will all be shipped off to some English or Chinese speaking nation as soon as I am seriously thinking about retirement. Even with this strong argument I don’t think I’ll ever get my Aoife, Orla, Cathal or Cormac, but hopefully we’ll manage to find some middle ground. I was a big fan of my brother’s recent choice, Reuben, but I don’t think we’ll find many Hebrew names in Sandie’s final short list. And although she is the proud owner of a beautiful new silk sari, I don’t think she’ll be opting for Prashant, Pushpa or Pavitra any time soon either. I have another 10 days or so of holidays. Whilst I don’t think we’ll have a final name choice, hopefully we’ll be a bit further forward in our preparations. Me thinks that November is going to come around very quickly!
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