We all gain comfort from Mother Nature's predictability, we know things are going to happen but it's lovely when they do: the first snowdrop, the first dropped autumnal leaf and the first frantic occupation of the back door window sill.
Yes, it's Wet Nurse Time again.
The folk memory of first-time dad, Bobbin, hit home this morning. It must be in his genes. Mealworms in freezer, all ready to be defrosted (7 secs in m'wave

) gets you a triumphant dad carrying home the spoils of his hunting foray (well, that's the theory anyway).
At the end of 3 weeks I shall be exhausted but we'll both feel good and so the cycle will begin again ........