Twenty years ago tonight, close to midnight, at the very precipice of the last millennium, Catherine and I conceived a child.
That night in 1999 we toasted Y2K with a bottle of Henkell, a gift from Mrs. Hennessey.
Tonight Catherine is in hospital and in a bad way; it’s an enormously anxious and stressful time for all of us. But that child we conceived is 19 years old and here beside me as we forge on, and that ain’t nothing.
So tonight we take a moment to toast Catherine, and each other, and 2020 with all that it holds, good and bad. With a bottle of Henkell. A gift from Mrs. Hennessey.
Happy New Decade.
