I had a dream last night, the only image that remains of the whole thing was being sat under a tree, it was a summers day, and in my arms I had my daughter. Now I don’t have a daughter, but this baby girl was mine, and I just remember being so very happy. I remember saying to my wife who I can’t recall, that this little girl was the best of me.  I remember looking at her and thinking she was the most beautiful thing in the world.  As you can tell, it was a pretty good dream.

I woke up happy, and then began to pootle, and yet the dream stayed with me. It is rare that happens, normally I forget within 5 minutes. I tried to think of what it could have been that prompted that dream, but I just couldn’t place it.

Now I am sat , writing, thinking about how in China all those baby girls are abandoned because of the 1 child policy. I am thinking about in India they have the same strange, and ridiculous obsession that boys are better than girls. As my mum says, what happens when there are only boys left? The world can’t run like that.

This is a blog about nothing more.  Maybe I am just getting broody….which is a worry!

-          Anand