The Absurd Secret Diary Of An Unborn Baby
Friday 17th October. Morning. D-Day!
Bad omen in the sky! A good omen would be hard rain, lightning
even better! However, the sky is clear, and unfortunately for me,
that is our cue to step into the plane.
Bags are carefully packed, tightly secured, and I hope, fully
tested, but instead of dreaming of flying to distant Greek islands,
the ‘bags’ are tightly strapped to our mother’s backs.Skydiving!