Monday, November 26, 2007

It's official...

We went to register Finn's birth today. Fountain pen-wielding (why?) registrars are the epitomy of deadpan officialdom. Which is probably just as well, given that they also have to spend a fair amount of their time registering death. But it's a shade depressing when you're all excited about getting the official paperwork for your offspring that the person entering the details is just soooo very dull. Yet, at the end, it did appear that the whole Jack Dee forced approach was all a set-up for a gag wheeled out at every birth registration. We were handed the birth certificates (we paid the extra for the big version) at the same time as the following pearl of wisdom sprang forth from the registrar's mouth: "And, from this day forward, you will be poor."

1 comment:

Bazza & Wifey said...

and your response presumably was "no change there then"