Don't know what it is that's making me so clucky lately, but I reckon it's the new addition to my now trio of adored and spoilt nephews way back in the motherland. Christopher, Aidan and now Keegan.
Maybe it's the realisation that I'll be thirty next year and if I ever really do seriously want children I should probably step on it, hey?
Pretty scary thought though. Maybe I should just look forward to seeing them when I go home at Christmas.