This is bad. As bad as could be. I left as soon as I got her call but had divert to Tesco to get petrol. Should have kept it topped up. I promised her I would. The traffic is so heavy. Must be an accident up ahead. I know the area well. No getting around it. My phone battery is dead. I need the loo and will have to find somewhere. But don’t want to stop. Don’t want to be late. She told me, don’t keep me waiting, she said. Not again, she said. I said, no problem, I’ll be there. On time. No worries. I won’t screw up again.
But I do, and she once again gives birth in some ambulance. With strangers. Not me. Again.