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Fortunately, nothing started happening until everyone had woken up this morning, though there was an increased sense of urgency to breakfast and a slight having of none of that where that comprised any sign of wanting to not go upstairs to brush teeth yet or not wanting to put clothes on

Fortunately, the Edgar-wingpiglet chose his swiftest means of getting to nursery, allowing us to go there at slightly more than my normal walking speed. Fortunately it wasn't quite warm enough to make the return journey lugging his balance bike and going slightly faster too sweaty.

Fortunately, my parents had been in position for a couple of weeks, ready to jump in and wrangle a wingpiglet should the need have arisen, and arrived shortly after I returned from the trip to nursery. Fortunately, Smokey Brae was no longer closed and fortunately the schools were still off, making Duddingston Road West a wise route-choice. I had of course prepared contingency routes but had only ridden each one once or twice and at weird times of the day, not during the morning rush-hour.

Fortunately, the birthing area of the hospital seemed quite quiet. We were ushered straight into something which looked extremely like the room we were ushered into last time. This time we asked for a fan and dimmed lights much sooner. Fortunately, this time we weren't kept from heading birthing-room-and-pool-wards by sphygmomanometry and were swiftly rolled along a couple of corridors to a room where the giant bath was already filling and into which Nicky was allowed straight away. Fortunately, all this took place within an hour of arriving; half an hour later, after nothing more than some gas and air, out this popped.

Fortunately, we got to take him home on the same day. Fortunately, his big brother seems to rather like him.